This is pretty short, but it was just a thought that popped into my mind. R&R, thanks.
He sat on the right end of their couch in the apartment they shared just staring at her, in total awe. He had this amazing girl, woman, to himself. He had had her four years now, nine off and on. But she was his, and he was hers. And he was so unbelievably thankful for that. Except he kept asking himself why she chose him; if she had ever regretted her decision. But then, other times he knew it was right, they were perfect for one another, they were each other's lobsters.
They were watching The Valley; it was in its ninth season and was still as strong as ever. They were engaged only they hadn't set the date. He knew when he wanted to get married; well, there was everyday of his damn life, and of course a real solid date. But she probably had some date her mind was set on since she could speak.
"Hey, Cohen, when do you wanna get married? I was thinking in late fall." Summer Roberts asked twisting her spoon in her mouth trying to get all the chocolatey goodness she could.
The question didn't phase him. It would be the answer; did he tell her his sappy story, or does he tell her it was up to her? Knowing Summer she'd want his input. Well, normally, not. But this was important to her. And him. And she knew that, which made it all that much more important. This is why he'd tell her the truth.
"August 28th." He hadn't taken his eyes off her. He could live without food and water if he had her. But, thankfully, he could have her and eat. He would, but he really didn't want to give up pudding. Especially chocolate. It reminded him of Summer.
She turned to look at him, eyebrows knitted together.
"August 28th? Why August 28th?"
"That's when I first met you." She gave him a look that told him to elaborate. "You were over at Marissa's, you guys were heading out with Julie, probably to the mall, or something else equally as stereotypical, and we were moving in, and Julie, the ever-so friendly welcoming wagoneer she is, introduced me to you and Marissa. That was when we first met. That was the day I fell in love with you."
She had tears in her eyes. She was full out on the verge of crying her eyes out. He was just too perfect. And she was never, ever, going to give him up.
They had had their share of rough patches, but they always came out on top, stronger than before. Cliché, yes, but definitely true. And when he proposed to her, three months ago, the rambling nervous adorable sex man he was, there wasn't a doubt in her mind as to what her answer was going to be; yes, of course. And when she gave him her answer; the smile on his face could not have gotten any wider without it becoming permanent.
She crossed over to his side of the couch, forgetting her chocolate heaven and moving towards her Cohen heaven, straddling his waist and attacking his lips with the sweetest of kisses known to man. After a few minutes in heaven, she pulled back and rested her forehead against his.
"August 28th it is."
