Ghost Of You (Michael Berzatto X Black!OC X Eventual Richie Jerimovich)

6. Ours

2007-Chicago, Illinois

Angie and Michael had finally saved enough to get their own place. It was a dingy one bedroom in Edgewater. But they didn't care. Sure, they had to sleep on a mattress on the floor for now, but it didn't matter. It was shitty, but it was theirs.

Angie laid on Mikey's chest under the sheets, bare bodies pressed together on the mattress in the middle of their barely furnished bedroom. A soft glow from a desk lamp they had plugged in earlier gave a nice illumination to the otherwise dark room.

"What if we put a dresser right there?" She asked, pointing to a free space in the corner.

"We need money for a dresser first."

"Hypothetically, what if we put it there?"

"Well, once we have money, I think that's a great idea. But for now, the boxes will do."

"Yeah." She sighed. "They'll do."

He placed his finger under her chin and met her eyes. "I'm sorry our place is so shitty."

"It's okay. It's ours." She raked through his hair. "That's all that matters."

"You hungry?"

"Kind of."

"What do you want?"

"What do we have?"

"Uh, carrots, I think."

"That's a start."

"There's a jar of peanut butter."

"And we have bread."

He chuckled and pulled her closer against him, pressing a kiss to her head. "We'll get groceries tomorrow." He sat up and grabbed his discarded sweatpants from the floor, slipping them on.

"I'm gonna grab one of your shirts. I'll meet you in the kitchen."

He nodded and walked out of the room. She stood up and opened one of his boxes, rifling through it until she saw a t-shirt. "Aha." She grinned. She pulled it out of the box and heard a light thud. After slipping the shirt over her head, she knelt down to pick up whatever fell. Angie picked up the small jewelry box and opened it, revealing a thin silver band with a diamond sitting on top of it.

"You coming?" He called from the other room.

"Yeah." She stood back up and joined him in the kitchen.

"Turns out the bread is just slightly molding, so I just scraped those pieces off."

"Michael."

He turned around quickly when he heard her call him by his name, which she never did. His eyes landed on the ring in her hand.

"Shit. Uh...you weren't supposed to find that." He walked over to her and grabbed it from her hand.

"You were gonna propose?"

"Yeah. On the Fourth when we were outside watching the fireworks. I had it all planned."

"Oh my god. I'm sorry."

"Hey." He hugged her tightly. "It's fine. Don't worry about it. I just gotta plan something else."

"Or, you could do it now."

He pulled back and looked down at her. "What?"

"Propose. You can do it now."

"Right now?"

"Yeah."

"In the kitchen?"

"Why not?"

"Wait, are you saying yes?"

"No. You haven't asked yet."

He smirked before kneeling in front of her. "Ange, you are my favorite person in the world, my light, my rock, the love of my life." He opened the box and held it up. "Will you marry me?"

He barely finished his sentence before she bent down and kissed him.

"Yes!" She peppered his face with kisses and pressed her forehead to his.

He grabbed her hand and carefully slipped it onto her finger. "It's my mom's, so it's not the fanciest."

"It's perfect, Bear."

He grinned and kissed her softly. "I love you."

"I love you more."

"Not possible."