Riarkle One Shots

Marry?

Just to be clear, this chapter is supposed to be a role reversal of the last one.
Requested by Stardust1621

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I lay in bed with the highest fever I've ever had in my life.

Okay, that's probably a bit of an exaggeration and everything, but I haven't been this sick in a long time.

Zay just had to have the brilliant idea of having a water balloon fight at the park the other day in the middle of the winter. In the moment it was a lot of fun, but now I really regret participating in the action.

There's a knock on my door and I say to come in.

My beautiful girlfriend walks in holding a tray of food my parents probably asked her to bring up since I haven't eaten.

"This is a nice surprise," I say to her.

She smiles and replies, "Well maybe if someone answered my texts and calls I wouldn't be so worried that I had to come and see you." Riley then sets down the food on a small table my parents set up so that I had my medication and tissues by my bed.

"I'm sorry," I apologize. "But in my defense I've been quite busy sleeping off the sickness."

The brunette sits next to me and smiles as she fixes the blankets to wrap me tighter. She tried lay down with me, but I gently push her away making her frown.

"I want to cuddle with you Farkley," the beautiful girl whines.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want you to get sick. I know you hate being sick and I don't want you to feel that way."

The girl nods and moves closer to me saying, "I do hate that feeling, but I'm going to be here for you when you're sick and when you're healthy. I'm going to be here for it all just like you will be for me. I love you so much that I'm willing to get sick to be with you. Now please let me make that sacrifice."

Once she finishes I move over so that we can be close together. I kiss her forehead even though I know that she can get sick because I know it's what she would want me to do.

"Can I ask you something?"

I nod in response.

"Do you plan on marrying me?" she asks with wife for eyes. They seem to hold so much fear that I won't give her the answer she's hoping for.

I pretend to think about it even though it is obviously a  no-brainer. "I plan on marrying the love of my life. Someone who has been there for me through my ups and downs. My sickness and health. The good and the bad. I want to be with someone who understands me better that anyone in the entire world, and of course I'm going to have to understand them in the same way. I need them to understand me for more than my parents, money, looks, brains, and whatever if on the surface of me. I need a person who is deeply in love with me and I to them."

I pause to look intensely into her eyes and let her take in this very important moment.

"So yes, I do plan on marrying you because you fill every single one of those points that I just made. I do hope that one day we will be together with rings on our fingers and vows already said. Maybe even with children running around our home. Until then it's me and you against the world which is probably almost as good as being married... but I think being married is nicer."

Her hands touch my face as she leans in to kiss me. Instinctively I pull away, not wanting her to get any more sick that she might already be from me, but she gives me a look that says I don't care and she fills the space between us.

I love her and I know she loves me.