Blood and Clay (A Mister Morgue Fan-Fiction)

Perfection

"Hello young man, how can I help you?"
"I'm looking to buy an engagement ring."
"Oh, who's the lovely lady?" The jeweler in the suit asked me, as he stood up to lead me towards their collection of wedding bands.
"Her name's Bri."
"And how long have you known her?"
"8 weeks." He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at me.
"Now, young man, are you sure? This seems a little rushed doesn't it?" I hated for people to question decisions like this.
"No, sir," I told him "I'm sure." He shook his head a little and continued walking towards the display case.
"What kind if girl is this Bri?"
"She's 19, about 5'3". She had light grey eyes and dark brown hair."
"What kind of jewelry does she wear?"
"Uh, she usual doesn't wear any jewelry actually." I was sweating a little. I didn't like to be in public and I especially didn't like to talk to strangers.
"Okay, so we'll go with something simplistic. What kind of music does she listen to?"
"Rock music or alternative mostly."
"What do you think of this one?" He held up a simple gold band with two small rubies set side by side on the front.
"Not gold. Silver is much more her."
He extracted a silver band with a deep, red garnet on it. A small oval on the front that was inset into the band.
"That's perfect, how much."
"Seven-hundred and twenty seven dollars."
"Jesus Christ..." I stopped for a moment, "I'll take it." I sighed. It was a lot, but not too much. Garnet wasn't a very valuable stone, so that brought down the price range dramatically.
I paid for the ring and headed back to my home. Bri was going to be there to pick me up in fifteen minutes.

*

She was at my apartment building right on time and pulled up to find me standing outside.
"Hey." She go out of the car
"Hey, uh, would you rather stay here and have me make us something instead of going out?"
"Sure."
I led her inside and began making bacon as well as getting out other things to make BLT's. Not the greasiest cure for a hangover, but it'd do.
"So, how're you feeling Bri?"
"Okay. I took some Ibuprofen so my headache is going away."
"That's good." I set her sandwich down in front of her and she dug in.
I sat there and ate my sandwich, feeling the box in my pocket burn a hole in my pants. I knew this was right and I hoped she did too.
"Hey, can I lay down?" She asked me after finishing her BLT.
"Yeah." I led her into my bedroom and we laid down on top of the covers and spooned.
I kissed her head.
"I love you Bri."
"I love you too Morgue." I smiled and stared at her, she lifted her head and looked at me.
"What?"
"Nothing. You're just beautiful."
"No good relationship is built on lies, Morgue."
"No, no I'm telling you the truth. I'm not lying. You're radiant." I stared into her eyes, the eyes that saved me. And then, I sat up and got out of the bed.
"What're you doing?" Bri asked. I walked around to her side of the bed and pulled the box out of my pocket before getting down on one knee.
"Brier Methòt," I said, watching the realization on her face, "I know that it's only been little more than two months that we've known each other and even less than we've been dating. And we just had sex last night, so you may think I'm jumping the gun, but I know that I'm not, and I love you! And-"
"Shut up Morgue." She looked at me with a smile on her face.
"What?"
"Yes, I will marry you."
"Well," I smiled, "that's not what I was going to ask, but..."
"Shut your face!" She punched me on the shoulder, knocking me over, then got off the bed, kneeled down, and kissed me for what seemed like forever.
"So, do you want the ring?"
"Hell yes." I took the ring out of the box and slid it on her finger.
"It's beautiful Morgue." She hugged me where we sat, both kneeling on the floor.
"You know what this means, right?!" She asked me
"What?"
"You have to tell me your real name."
"Oh." I groaned, "do I have to?"
"Well, to get married, yes."
"Alright."
"What is it?"
"I guess you'll find out when we sign our marriage certificate."
"Morgue!" She said in a "don't test me" kind of way.
"Fine. I'll tell you." I stopped
"Well?"
"It's, uh"
"MORGUE!"
"Jack. It's Jack Morgan."
"Bri Morgan, I like it."
"Yeah. Yeah, I do too." And I kissed my fiancé again, holding her to my chest,
"It's perfect." I whispered.