Marry Me

Part 4

You admire your ring where you sit at the desk in your shop. It sparkles, and is pretty noticeable on your finger, which you like.

He did good.

You purse your lips thoughtfully, wondering when the shit is really going to hit the fan. So far social media hasn't exploded, no one recognized Ricky at the restaurant, and none of your mechanics have made any comments about the rock on your finger.

You don't see how, you feel like it's huge, the first thing anyone will notice because it's so new.

You tilt your fingers as you look at it, letting the lights hit the diamonds. He probably paid a pretty penny for it, and that's more than what you expected; you almost figured he'd get a ring out of a vending machine as a joke.

So you're pretty pleased.

Hopefully he can still take it back when everything is over.

You glance over as your phone buzzes, and you sigh as you see his name. Hopefully he's calling with good news, like maybe you can actually move this wedding business along already.

"Hey." You shuffle, pressing the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pick up a pen, twirling it between your fingers.

"Hey. So I told Ryan."

Your chest clenches. "About last night?"

"Yeah."

"And?" Can't he spit it out!? Does Ryan approve? You're sort of basing everyone's reaction on his, so you hope it was positive.

"I mean, he was pretty floored." Ricky sighs, sounding tired. "Didn't expect it. He thought I was just asking you out officially, not asking you to marry me."

"He asked if I was pregnant, right?"

"... maybe."

You chuckle, amused at the reluctance in his voice to admit you were right. "I told you that would be his first thought. So is he okay with it?"

"Doesn't really have a choice but to be, but I mean he didn't throw you under the bus or anything."

That's good. "Is he cool with being the best man?"

"Seems that way. You're gonna have a maid of honor right?"

"Well, I have one in mind. Do you think Devin looks good in purple?" You tease, and you can practically see Ricky roll his eyes over the phone.

"Hilarious. Truly. I'm dying." He mumbles sarcastically, which only makes you grin. "But I'm telling the guys all tonight, Devin is still in town because of Joshs grand opening, so I'm getting everyone together. Are you going to tell your family?"

Right, er, your family.

Your one aunt and cousins.

"I guess so. I was just waiting to see what you wanted to do. So you're telling the guys and then what? Do we just have a wedding?"

"Basically, I guess."

"You're not doing the social media thing?"

"I dunno. I don't want to overkill it, I guess. Make it seem like a show. If it gets out, then so be it. But I don't really want to post about it."

Fair enough, that doesn't really matter to you.

"Alright. So I can go ahead with the wedding plans?"

"... yeah."

"Don't sound so glum, Ricky, this is going to be fun."

"Why do women always say that?" He sighs dramatically. "Fun is equal to complete torture."