I’ve got a surprise for you. Turn around.”
Liz smiled (that smile!) and playfully turned around. I walked closer, started rubbing the wedding ring’s box against her bare shoulder skin and asked, “Can you guess what this is?”
Liz tried to reach back and touch the box, but I took it away from her reach. She giggled. “It had better not be a sex toy!”
“Pervert,” I said.
She turned around to find me on one knee, with the wedding ring box open to reveal a sparkling diamond ring. I asked simply, “Will you marry me?”
Liz’s mouth gaped slightly open, and her eyes become as wide as small saucers. She covered her mouth with her hand, and her towel slipped just a little, but unfortunately for me, she managed to hold on to it. She looked like she was not sure what to say for a few long seconds, during which time my heart thumped against my ribcage so loudly I wondered if she could hear it. Then she bent over, kissed me on the lips and said, “Before I say yes, I have a condition.”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
“If at any stage before, during or after the ceremony, the words ‘Red Wedding’ come out of your mouth, I’ll cancel the whole thing!”
She knew me so well. I’d already thought about five different Red-Wedding related jokes.
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