12 a.m. short stories

Time for a Wedding | 12

*Yo yo yo. Part 13 time for a wedding (Stop Rose, that doesn't work)

Her' ya go 'yall

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Sam didn't know what to do. He wanted to muster up the courage - or just anything really - to be able to ask the question he'd been dying to ask. He'll say no, Sam told himself. He's gonna say no.

Maybe he wants to die a married man, he countered himself. But, then again, do you really wanna become a widow?

Sam shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind. Go for it, he told himself. He pulled the latch on the hospital door open and walked inside. Caleb sat there quietly reading one of Sam's books with a smile. "Hey," Sam called.

"Hey," Caleb replied, glancing up from his book with a grin. "What's up?"

"Nothing, really. Just been wanting to ask you something." Caleb stared at Sam, waiting.

"Well?"

"Oh! Right, yeah. . . uh, I was - am - meaning to ask you. . ." Sam played with the box in the hand, hidden behind his back. He walked towards Caleb and knelt next to his bed. Caleb's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What are you doing."

"Caleb, will you marry me?"

"Uh. . . no," Caleb shook his head, slightly chuckling. Does he think this is a joke?

"E-excuse me?" Sam stuttered, confused and hurt.

"Are you sure you want to get married? You be a widow and all? And planning a wedding? In all of this?" Caleb asked, disbelieving that Sam actually asked such a thing. He set down the book in his lap and sat up more in his bed.

"I'd do anything for you - for us. So Hell yeah,  let's get married!" Sam exclaimed, holding the open box higher to Caleb.

"Well, okay then. It's a yes!" Sam reached up and kissed Caleb passionately, savoring every memory, hug, kiss - anything, and everything - he shared with Caleb for all the time they've been together.

"I love you. You know that right?" Sam asked, his face still inches away.

"Of course. I just wish I'd hear it more often."

Sam stood up, walked to the window, opened the latch and bared his chest to the parking lot, spreading his arms. "My name is Sam Whincheston and I love and am fucking Caleb Novako! And I will always be in love with Caleb Novako!"

"Okay, okay!" Caleb called, laughing. Sam shut the window and sat next to Caleb. He kissed him again and smiled, his face near centimeters from Caleb's. 

"Love you!"

"I love you more."

"I love you most," Sam whispered adoringly. He gave his all to Caleb, and all he asked was Caleb's all in return. Caleb's arms wrapped around Sam's neck and brought him closer, and their chests were pressed warmly against each other's. Caleb's lips met Sam's, and Sam sighed happily.

Sam turned his head slightly to the right to make way for their noses,  and they moved their lips in sync with each other. Just before a tongue could be slipped into Caleb's mouth, the door opened and a nurse stepped inside.

"Caleb, it's ti- Oh! I'm sorry," she laughed and turned away. Sam pulled away and covered his mouth with his hand and Caleb's arms dropped back to his side. He scratched the back of his neck with his hand and turned away from the doorway the nurse stood in.