Slush

Thirty

Three Years Later

"Oh my God, Macky. You're back.."

"What are you doing here?"

"I live here..."

"Not in my house. You were suppose to leave when I got locked up."

"Oh, Macky. Don't be like tha-"

"You didn't answer my calls or write me once and you think we're still gonna be together? You need to step."

"Macky, what are you going to do without me?"

"Be happy as fuck, now bounce. But clean up first."

"Come on, baby. You're not really going to kick me out, are you? I've been holding everything down since you've been gone. Look at you, that sexy facial hair and those muscles...I missed you."

"Are you done, cause I'm expecting someone and I don't want you here when she comes..."

"So just like that? You're done with me?"

"Yea..."

"Fine, fuck you! I hope they wore your asshole out in jail!"

"Nah, nothing like that..."

"I fucking hate you!"

"K. Bye, bye now."

...

"Nice place." Vicky nodded in approval as she sat down on Macky's couch.

"You really like it?" He asked trying to straighten up a bit.

"Yea, it's nice."

"Well, I'm glad you like it. You know that thing I've been constantly telling you for years..." He said with a smirk on his face.

"You've telling me a lot of things." She laughed.

"The one about us, when I got out..."

"Yea..I remember." She said blushing a bit.

"So do I need to propose to you for the millionth time or do you want to just take the ring?" He asked digging in his back pocket.

"I'll just take the ring!" She excitedly standing to her feet. He opened the box and she gasped.

"Macky, it's huge!" She said covering her mouth.

"I know." He smirked and slid it on her finger. She raised her hand to the sky and admired the diamond.

"Its gorgeous, Macky." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

"I mean, I have a laundry room if you wan-" He started. She playfully hit his chest and shook her head.

"No, I have someone I want you to meet." She said.

*

"Mya, you remember my special friend is was telling you about?"

"Macky?"

"Yea, this is Macky.."

"Hey, Mya. How are you?"

"I'm good. Do you you like my mom?"

"Mya.."

"Yes, I love your mom actually, Mya. And...you mind?"

"Go right ahead."

"And I was going to ask you for your mom's hand in marriage.."

"What does that mean?"

"It means he wants to marry me."

"Cool."

"Well, that was easy.."

"I told you it would be."

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