Micah (bxb)

The proposal

(Landon)

As I held Micah close, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath me, my mind raced with thoughts of what came next.

Every time I looked at him, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.

I wanted to keep this moment forever. No more hesitation, no more doubts.

Micah’s fingers traced soft patterns along my back, and I closed my eyes, relishing in the sensation.

He was mine, and I wanted to make it even more official. Beyond the mark on his neck and the baby we shared.

“Micah…” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat as I pulled back slightly to look at him.

“Hm?” He hummed sleepily, his eyes heavy with contentment.

“I need to ask you something,” I said, my heart thudding against my chest.

He blinked, those soft brown eyes locking onto mine.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice full of curiosity but also a little worry.

I swallowed hard. I knew this was fast. I knew Jacob had warned me, told me before that Micah wasn’t ready for something like this. But I knew what I wanted. I knew what felt right.

Micah was it for me. He was my everything.

Taking a deep breath, I reached into the bedside table where I had stashed the small velvet box, waiting for the right moment.

And now, with him looking up at me with love and trust in his eyes, I knew it couldn’t wait any longer.

I pulled the box out, and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Landon…” he whispered, sitting up slightly, his breath catching as he watched me open the box to reveal the ring inside.

“I know this is sudden,” I began, my voice trembling slightly as I held the ring out between us.

“And I know we’ve been through a lot. But I love you, Micah. More than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life.” His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stared at the ring, his lips parting slightly in shock.

“I want to marry you, Micah,” I continued, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for his response.

“Will you marry me?”

For a moment, the silence was deafening, the air between us thick with emotion. I could see the conflict in his eyes, the weight of the decision.

And then, slowly, his lips curved into a smile.

“Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible at first. Then, louder, more sure.

“Yes, Landon. I’ll marry you.” Relief and joy flooded through me, and before I knew it, I was pulling him into a kiss, holding him close as if I could somehow fuse us together, never wanting to let him go.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathless, grinning like idiots.

“I love you,” he said, his eyes shining with happiness.

“I love you so much.” He continued to say.

“I love you too,” I whispered, slipping the ring onto his finger, this felt so right, so perfect.

But as I held him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, a small voice in the back of my mind reminded me of Jacob’s warning.

He had been right there when Micah and I were struggling, when the scars of our past were still fresh and raw. He had seen the damage, the pain.

Even when he was experiencing the same shit with Arlo. He always tried to fix my relationship with Micah.

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(Previously)

“You're going to what?” Jacob asked as if it were the stupidest thing, I'd ever come up with. I've thought about it ever since I left my parents and sister, I knew that this was the right thing to do.

“I'm going to ask Micah to marry me,” I replied, making him scoff. He had his pups with him, and it was difficult to tell them apart every so often. Just now he had to show me who Mason, Jackson, and Greyson were. I had a shitty memory if you ask me.

“I think you're moving a bit fast there buddy, look at Arlo and me for instance. We mated and had pups, but you don't see me asking him to marry me just yet because I know that he's still too young, and he isn't ready yet.” I felt myself getting angry, Jacob was making this about him and his love life. What about what I want?

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I knew Jacob was only looking out for me. He was my best friend, and he’d seen me at my worst.

He didn’t want me to rush into this so soon and maybe there was a part of me that agreed with him.

But looking at Micah now, the way he smiled at me, his fingers laced with mine, I couldn’t imagine not taking this step. He was ready. We were ready.

Still, I knew Jacob wasn’t going to be thrilled. He’d probably give me hell for this. But I didn’t care. I’d take it. Micah was worth every risk, every doubt.

Micah shifted in my arms, resting his head against my chest, his fingers playing with the ring now on his hand.

“You okay?” he asked softly, sensing the shift in my mood.

I nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

“Yeah, I’m perfect,” I replied, though the thought of facing Jacob was still on my mind.

But that was a problem for another day. Right now, all that mattered was that Micah had said yes. He was mine, and I was his.

Forever.

And nothing, not even Jacob’s doubts, could take that away.