S o m e t i m e s L i f e H a p p e n s . . .
I looked at myself in the mirror, triple checking that I looked okay. According to my boyfriend wherever we were going was someplace fancy and I had better dress up if I didn't want to feel misplaced. My diamond earrings shone, but not nearly as much as my eyes seemed to with the new thin line of eyeliner under them. They matched perfectly with the tight royal blue dress I had hugging my body.
I felt arms wrap around me at once and smiled at how comfortable it made myself feel. "Is this okay, or too dressy?"
"You look perfect," he whispered, sending chills up through my spine.
"You don't look too bad yourself," I grinned, pecking him on the lips. "Where are we going?"
"Someplace you'll like," he promised, pulling me into the car.
I looked at him with his hair neatly held back with gel. It was too tame for me to run my fingers through, and it'd drive me crazy all night, but he looked gorgeous.
It didn't take long to get to our destination. Walking in I didn't even know a place this fancy existed in the hillbilly state of Tennessee.
"How much did this cost?" I whispered. He ignored my question, giving me a slight nudge to go on. He knew that I hated it when he took me out to an expensive place. We both knew that I had more money than him. I was the one who was a billionaire at twenty, and didn't have to share any of the money I earned.
I saw a smile tug on his lips before it was wiped away. He had a plan of some sort...
The waitress gave us our menu's the second we sat down, bringing our drinks back to us in less than five minutes. He stared at me the entire time.
"So, how's work?" he singsonged.
I groaned. "What are you hiding?"
He simply shrugged. "How's work?"
"Okay..."
"Still enjoying it?"
"More than ever," I was still silently trying to find out what was going on.
"Cool," he held his straw, sipping his Diet Coke out slowly while mixing his ice cubes.
He started another random conversation after until finally I couldn't take it. I swallowed my last bite of steak.
"What are you hiding?!" I exclaimed.
He chuckled. "Why, is it bugging you not knowing?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want to know?" he continued, raising one eyebrow.
"Yes!"
"Will you marry me?"
"Ye-" then the question hit me. "Wait, what?"
He got out of his chair, kneeling down and fumbling for something in his pocket before he pulled it out.
His piercing green-blue eyes dug into mine. "Miley Ray, will you marry me?"
My heart once again stopped. I gasped only being able to nod. "Yes," I finally managed to croak out. I tried to recover for a bit before jumping into his arms. "Oh, my, God, Logan, yes!"
Logan grinned as he slipped the ring onto my slim finger, watching it fit perfectly. I giggled through the tears, watching his every move. I tried to keep this moment in her head, trying to remember every exact detail to tell my kids.
"I love you so much," I rested her head against his chest when we stood up together. "I can't believe this."
"I love you too, Mi," he rubbed my back, swaying us both. "Ready to get married?"
"Mmm," I murmured. "You don't know how long I've been ready."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "You don't know how much I love you," he grinned, tickling me slightly so I wouldn't attract too much attention with my loud laughing and squirming.
My cheeks got hotter as I blushed furiously. "Not here," I whispered. "Now if we were at home..."
I didn't need to say anymore for him to slap down the money needed on the table and carry me to the car. He was on he verge of speeding, but didn't have the guts to go too fast.
The second we got home he ran to the passenger side, picking me up bridal style before gently throwing my on the couch to tickle me. I laughed, my legs flying through the air. He eventually stopped when I got lost in his eyes.
He leaned in a bit, causing me to do the same until our eyes met. "I love you," he teased getting closer.
"I love you too," I tried to get out, smelling the steak on his breath still.
"Are you sure?" his lips practically brushed against mine as he spoke, but they weren't close enough yet.
"Positive," I grinned, closing the gap between us. I felt the corners of his mouth turn upward as he smiled.
Pulling away I smirked. "Believe me now?"
"Without a doubt," he winked, rolling off of me. "So, who's mom do we tell first?"
"I vote yours," I sat up, smiling at him cutely, knowing that he couldn't say no. He hesitated, trying to shut his eyes before bringing out his cell phone and putting it on speaker.
His mom answered, cheery as ever. Logan's mom was always incredibly nice. She treated everyone as if they were family, but still knew when to draw the line. He looked at me for assurance before breaking the news.
"Hey, Mom, wanna hear something cool?" I almost choked on my own saliva laughing at how he'd introduce it.
"Sure, baby."
"I'm getting married," he said in the same exact tone. He pulled me in closer to his side.
She paused for a minute. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, Mom," he chuckled. "I am going to get married. To Miley."
"No, really Logan? I thought you were getting married to Demi," she said sarcastically in the phone. I couldn't hold my laughter back anymore, as I dug into his chest, making too much noise. "Is that Miley, dear?"
"Yeah, you're on speaker," he guiltily admitted.
"Congrats, Miley!" she directed her bubbly voice into my direction for the first time. "Oh, you too, Logan!"
"Thanks," I said, my voice sounding so carefree at the moment.
"Thanks, Mom," he repeated.
It took him thirty minutes until he could hang up. I glanced at my phone on the table. "We could always wait until tomorrow to tell my family," I gave him that same cute smile. Only he avoided looking at me, reached out his arm, and scrolled down to their number himself.
"What were you saying?" he smirked, finally looking at me.
"Something about how mean you are," I pouted.
"Hello?" Noah's voice answered. I could hear the noise of the TV in the background. She was the only one who still lived at home.
"Who ya with, Noie?"
"Mom, why?"
"Put it on speaker?"
She hesitated. "Um, okay?"
"Attention to Noah and Mommy!" I called out, making sure they were both listening.
"What?"
"Yes, Miley?"
"I have an announcement."
Noah sighed, aggravated that I was interrupting her TV show. "What is it?"
"Fine, leave, Noah. I won't tell you I'm getting married."
"Fine, maybe I won't care you're – what?!" she exclaimed.
Logan chuckled. "Getting married. It's something that adults do to show their love for each other. Brandi's married to Sam. That thing."
My mom squealed of delight. "Congratulations you two!"
"Oh. So I'll take it he got a pretty ring, eh?" Noah hid her excitement.
"Gorgeous. Wait 'til you see it!"
"Babygirl, are you coming up for Christmas this year?" my mom asked. I leaned into Logan for comfort. He knew that I didn't want to go back to California anytime soon.
"Maybe, Mom. Let me get back to you on that."
"It'd mean a lot if you'd come..."
"I'll see what's going on, Mom," I promised.
"Well, we gotta go. It's almost eleven in Tennessee. Talk to you both soon. Oh, and I know you're secretly superstoked about the marriage thing, Noah," I giggled. "Bye, guys. Love you."
"Love you, Miley."
"I'm happy for you," Noah admitted. "Bye, Miles. Love ya."
Then they hung up on me, and it was just us two together.
"Do you remember the one comment you made when we first met?" Logan asked randomly, gazing down at me. I shook my head. "You said you didn't want to get married," he chuckled.
Miley grinned, holding his face in between her hands, whispering a few words before connecting their lips for the billionth time that night. "Well, I'd marry you any day."
"Good," he smiled. "Because now it's official. Someday you're gonna."
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