Denial - a Breddy fanfic

66.

They decided to sleep in the next day, trying their best to shut the sound from the rest of the world out of their hotel room. At some point, Brett had been out of bed to get the "do not disturb"-sign up on the door, but apart from that the lovers had been cuddling the entire morning.
Brett was resting his head on Eddy's stomach, looking up at the ceiling and feeling his boyfriend's soft fingers carefully run through his hair. He felt Eddy's breathing lifting his head up slowly and back down again, and Brett couldn't help but smile at how lucky he was to have all he wanted in life in that very moment.
His mind went back to the waiting room in the ER, to the little kid playing in the playing area, to the idea of a family. It was a happy little thought, but he kept it to himself for now. He knew he had one little thing to take care of first.
"What are you thinking about?", Eddy asked softly, and Brett felt his cheeks turn a slightly sharper shade of pink.
"Just... the future and all...", he said with a content smile. Eddy smiled too, and sat up a bit more to get rid of the strange angle his neck had been in for a while now. Brett responded by placing his head more in his lap rather than on his stomach.
"What do you think about the future, then?" Brett didn't really know what to respond, as he didn't want to scare Eddy. They had only been a couple for a few months anyway, and he didn't want to scare him away by going into family stuff right away.
"That I want you to be a part of it", Brett responded simply.
You sure he wants you to be in his future then?
Brett bit his tongue when the voice spoke. No, he wasn't actually sure he did. He had just assumed so, really. The fact that the only response he got from Eddy after that was a kiss to his forehead didn't help his doubts at all.

Of course Eddy could feel the shift in Brett's mood, and caught himself wondering what he said wrong. Had he made Brett say what he said? In a way it seemed like a very "correct" response if you didn't really want to say what you was thinking.
"Bretty?" he whispered, as his voice failed him. Eddy knew, logically, that his doubts were groundless. He just needed to have it confirmed.
"Hm?", Brett replied and looked up at Eddy, seeing the shadow of his bruises on the cheeks.
"You still love me, right?" Brett furrowed his brows and couldn't hold back his slowly forming grin.
"I was just about to ask you the same", he admitted, feeling silly for even considering something else might have been the truth. "I do, yes, I love you so much. You're my world, I don't know what I'd do without you."
Eddy's cheeks lit up like a stop light. He had expected a simple "yes", and got a whole speech.
"You're so sappy", he teased and leaned down to kiss him softly. "I love you too."

After a while the two of them decided to turn on the television. Brett had tried to reach for the remote with his right hand and had immediately regretted the descision once he tried to lift the controller.
"Shit", he swore and dropped the controller back on the bedside table. "Wrong hand." He leaned over to grab it with his left instead and switched on the TV.
There weren't a huge variety of channels available. Some channel called NRK which existed in three different versions, a TV2, TV Norge and the Norwegian version of TLC. They went with the last one as that was the only channel that showed some shows where they spoke English.
They watched as a bunch of brides on the television tried on different dresses and laughed a bit about how silly their entourage were. In this episode though, there was also a poor nervous guy who was going to propose to his girlfriend in the store. She was told she was going with a friend to look at dresses.
"Would you have wanted me to propose to you in front of everyone like that?" Eddy asked jokingly and poked Brett's cheek carefully. Brett huffed at the joke, but his mind was really racing at hundred kilometers per hour. Eddy propose? Brett had really seen himself do that.
"What about you? Would you want to be proposed to like that?" Brett asked, trying to sound as joking as Eddy did earlier. Eddy laughed.
"Well, I've never seen myself in the role of being proposed to, so I haven't really thought about it." Brett bit his lip slightly. Would he not want to be proposed to? Did he want to be the one to propose?
"So you would like to be the one to propose?" Brett asked, heart racing. The second the word "propose" had left his mouth, he realized it sounded like it was some certainity that they would eventually get married. Or possibly like he had planned to propose.
Eddy hadn't expected a question like that at all, never even given it a thought really.
"Why, did you plan on doing it?" Eddy looked at Brett, studying his reaction. The theme from the wedding dress show played in the background as Brett tried to think of what to say. Eddy's reactions were hard to read.
"Well uh, no plans for it like right now, but eventually?" Brett said, eyes fixed on Eddy's. "If you don't want to... to be the one to...?" Eddy couldn't help but laugh a bit. The entire situation felt a bit absurd to him, as he hadn't really thought about marrying Brett at all. Sure, he had thought they'd be together forever, but to actually get married? He didn't mind the idea, though. He actually liked the idea quite a lot.
"You can do it, if you want. I don't mind either way", Eddy said, snickering at how weird the conversation they were having was. Brett pulled his boyfriend closer to kiss him, careful not to touch his bruises. When they pulled away, Brett watched as Eddy's smile widened.
"Would you say yes, though?" Brett asked, feeling he already knew the answer. Of course Eddy would say yes, right?
"You'll have to propose and see what I say", Eddy teased before connecting their lips again.