Misha has his head rested on my shoulder and I'm pretty positive he's sleeping. I keep looking at my ring it happened about four months ago but still.. Its perfect. I never thought about marrying a boy before until we started getting serious and even then it wasnt really serious. He just sorta moved in and we sorta got a cat together nothing was really like how most people do where they talk for weeks before doing it. I love misha.. I love him a lot and if I could choose anybody to marry it'd he him. I wish we could have a child together. It would be perfect it would have his humor and kindness and my cooking skills and both our looks black hair and green eyes. It'd be perfect.. But I mean we can't and that sucks so much. "You don't like your ring?" Misha hums as I twist it around my finger.
"No I love it I was thinking about how much I love it and how badly I wanna get you one."
"That's not how engagement's work."
"We dont do what normal people do."
"True.."
"Can I please buy you one?"
"I guess. Yes. But no gay pride stuff. Okay? Don't let the sales men trick you like they almost did to me." He sits up and yawns.
"So no color?"
"No I just want a simple one."
"Ok." I stand up and kiss him. "Go take a nap."
"I already did."
"You didn't sleep well I know you kept grabbing onto me. So baby, misha please, go take a nap."
"Ok."
"Ok I will tuck you in even?"
"You're a good boyfriend." He stands up and grabs my hand. I walk him to our bedroom and toss his favorite shirt at him. His favorite pajama shirt. Its dark blue with the little random acts logo at the bottom. Misha slides his pants off and gets into bed.
"I love you. I'll bring back dinner and a present." I kiss his forehead and make sure hes fully covered.
"Babe." Misha says as I walk to the door. "I love you."
"I love you."
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I get home after looking for the perfect ring. Three hours later I found it at Jared's the jewelry store... Not.. Jared jared. I put it in a red velvet box ready to give it to mish. In excited and scared. I hope he likes it. "Baby." I sing no answer. I walk into the living room, he's not there. I walk into our bedroom and see him still asleep. I set the box down on the bedside table and then go make him a cup of tea. I put the mug next to the ring. I kiss his forehead and walk out. He must've not slept a wink last night. I know a few times he would grab onto me and pull himself closer. I turn the t.v on and turn it to a old western movie. We haven't really talked wedding that much other then the photographer is gonna be Misha's cousin, the wedding cake is going to tall as fuck, who's all coming (we just gotta send the invitations out) and the date which is going to be December 2nd. Hopefully it'll snow like nobody's bussines. I hear light foot steps and then within seconds a sleepy misha with messed up hair and dryed droll on his cheek sits next to me holding his tea. I look at his hand and see the silver band with a gold line on his finger. "Sleep nice?" I ask covering his legs with a blanket.
"Eh it was ok." He cuddles into my arm. "I like what I woke up to."
"Yeah?"
"I love what I woke up to." Misha grins up at me. "I wanted to act like it was nothing but oh my god babe I love it."
"Now we're officially engaged." I smile holding my hand up.
"Perfect."
