It had been about a year since you had started dating Berwald. And you couldn’t have been happier. However he had been a little off lately. About two months or so since you had graduated from high school and now you were looking at a goodbye depending on which collages you picked.
You didn’t want Berwald to choose anything, but the best and told him that if he got an offer to a bigger collage than you that he should take the offer. He had protested once or twice, saying that he’d much rather go to college with you. However you knew that if the relationship ever fell through that he would be upset he didn’t pick the better college.
“__________,” Berwald asked, “did you get any acceptance letters yet?”
“No,” you said flipping through the pages of your book, “why, have you?”
He nodded and continued to read.
Berwald looked up as if to ask ‘so what?’.
“Who accepted you?” you asked smiling. Slowly he handed you an orange envelope. Opening it quickly you found he had been accepted to a great school. “This is great Ber, we should celebrate.”
“I don’t think I’ll accept though,” he said quietly.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
He looked at you straight on, “It doesn’t have everything I need.”
You raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean, it’s one of the best schools in the country. What could it possible not have?”
“You didn’t even send an application ___________,” Berwald whispered taking your hands in his, “I won’t go to a school without my wife.”
Those words shocked you, “W-wife?”
He nodded as if it were no big deal, “You’re my wife.”
You were at a loss for words. Basically choking on air you tried and eventually managed to get out, “Berwald, we aren’t married.”
Berwald didn’t speak.
“I mean you never proposed.”
“I didn’t even know you were interested in that kind of thing.”
Berwald grabbed your arm and pulled you to him. You opened your mouth to protest, but you were silenced when Berwald pulled out a small red box. He popped it open and took out a ring that was just your size. Gently and carefully he slid the ring on your finger, “Then, marry me.”
You smiled and kissed his stoic face, “Ok then.” When you pulled away you asked, “So should I start calling you ‘my husband’.”
Berwald froze for a moment before attack your lips with his.
‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ you thought with a grin.