by JC Holly
“It’s not so bad,” Hudson said. “You get used to it.”
“And I will, I’m sure. The thing is, I want you by my side for it, but I don’t know if…” Micky sighed and took another sip of water, swallowing hard. “I don’t know if you’ll want the same.”
“What?”
“I mean, you’ve been around the block so many times you remember when this country was nothing more than grass. You’ve probably dated more people than Hugh Heffner.”
Hudson put his hand on Micky’s and squeezed. “Help me out here. Do you think I’m going to get tired of you? Is that it?”
Micky’s expression said what his mouth couldn’t. Hudson shook his head and laughed softly.
“Never going to happen, Micky.”
“But we’ve only been together for a month at most, and who knows what would have happened if I hadn’t had my accident. We could have already broken up, and you could have been with someone else.”
“Micky, remember the bar?”
The man frowned, but nodded.
“When you and your friends talked about me, what did you say?”
“That you were gorgeous, and we all wanted you.”
Hudson chuckled. “Other than that.”
Micky’s brows lowered for a moment as he thought, then raised again. “That nobody stood a chance with you.”
Hudson nodded. “And that wasn’t because I’m picky, or that I only date people who aren’t customers. I’d made a choice not to date again, because I’d had too many heartbreaks. You changed that.” He swallowed and forced himself to continue despite the wobble in his voice. “From the first time we met outside of the bar, I knew you were special, Micky. I’m not going to give you up without a hell of a fight.”
Micky smiled and looked up at Hudson, who moved closer and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Promise?” Micky asked.
“How about, as proof, I get a couple of rings, a priest, and a church?”
A frown passed over Micky’s face. “Wait, are you…are you proposing?”
“Here, let me make it clearer.”
Hudson stood from the table, then dipped down onto one knee. “Micky Silvers, will you make me the happiest man on this planet and consent to be my husband?”
Micky’s face lit up with a grin so bright and so wide that Hudson couldn’t help but return it.
“Of course I will,” Micky said. “God, yes!”
He dropped down to Hudson’s level and kissed him hard on the lips. Hudson returned it with just as much force. They stayed in that position, locked together in an embrace, for the longest time, before Micky suddenly jumped to his feet and headed out of the door.
“I need to call everybody!”
Hudson laughed and let him go. “We’ll need a few weeks to set everything up, though, unless you want to be rolled down the aisle in your wheelchair.”
Micky turned and grinned. “Oh, I think I can wait that long. What’s a few weeks compared to centuries?”
What, indeed, Hudson thought.
THE END
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JC lives in the south of England and spends the free hours of each day reading, writing, and indulging in various other hobbies, in the company of Tuna the cat. JC has been writing for several years now, and refuses to acknowledge proper house attire, or people who say things like, “When are you getting a real job?” and “Can I be in your next book?”
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