Bullet-Proof Heart

"How was shopping for wedding dresses today?" I ask as Vanya carfully sits on the end on our bed.

"It was fine." she sighs, clearly tired from the day.

"Did you find something?" I ask casually.

"Maybe, maybe not!" she giggles, closing her eyes and leaning back against the matress.

"Aw c'mon! I wanna see!" I pout, while crawling into bed with her.

"It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride's dress before their wedding." she jokes.

"Haven't we had enough bad luck? What's the worst that could happen?" I laugh, gaining a swat on the arm from Vanya.

"Shut up, be happy for what we do have; each other." she smiles.

"Alright, you got me there." I smile, and turn to my side to face her.

I stare at her for a moment before smiling gently as she turns to look at me.

"What?" she questions.

"You're so beautiful." I smile.

"I am not, I'm getting so skinny." she laughs.

"I love you." I say.

"I love you too." she answers.

"Marry me?" I ask.

"Haven't we already been through this?" she says.

"I mean, soon, like, next week?" I ask innocently.

"Next week?" she asks, "We wont have enough time to prepare!"

"We can have the wedding here, in the back yard, and the after party inside if you want." I suggest with a small shrug.

"I suppose..." she trails off.

"I just can't wait to call you mine." I mumble into her shoulder.

"Aren't I already yours?" she asks.

"I can't wait to call you my wife." I correct myself, gaining a giggle from Vanya.

"Vanya Way." she says thoughtfully with a smile, "I like that."

"It has a nice ring to it." I agree.

I lay there by her side, drifting off to sleep and wishing that we could stay frozen like this forever, but I know we can't. Wait for me Vanya, I promise to make you proud.

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