When she wakes up one morning in the middle of what should be a completely nondescript day in November, she finds herself smiling softly and scooting closer to the warm body she is wrapped around. Waverly is soft in her arms, tiny and pretty much perfect. She'd decided more than a while ago that the perfect way for her day to start was to wake with the woman she loved in her ARMs, especially after so many obstacles.
As she watches Waverly sleep in the grey morning light, the sounds of rain chatting against the window pane, she thinks about what day it is. Just the though of it makes her heart quicken in her chest, beating a tattoo unlike any other onto the inside of her ribcage. She's nervous beyond belief, but their not the kind of nerves that make you clammy and leave you with a perpetual feeling of wanting to barf. No, they were the good kinda nerves that left you warm and tingly all over, if slightly apprehensive. Because Today is the day. She's gonna ask Waves to marry her.
After months of careful planning and panicking about how things may not come together, the day has finally arrived. After months of hiding everything and feeling jittery about Waves discovering her plans early (because the girl sure knew how to play detective, even if it was her girlfriend who was the cop), the day had finally arrived. The moment that is about to arrive has been eight years in the making to the day, ever since that first message. The one she had sent and then spent hours agonising over, waiting for a reply, refreshing her Internet page every few minutes for hours on end.
She had every single detail of the day mapped out, with alternate options if Waves didn't like the plans she had made for their shared day off. Out of the two of them, Waverly was the more thoughtful, the more romantic. She often joked that Waves had a poets soul, whereas she most certainly did not. She'd wanted to make the day as special as possible, without making it obvious what she was up to.
For now, she was content to stay in bed, wrapped in the warmth of the woman she loved to combat the chill of the Autumn day, and pass the grey hours before dawn in a blissful haze. When Waverly starts to wake, barely even stirring, she peppers kisses all over her face, just to show her that she is completely and wholly loved. When she is greeted with a hum of approval, she kisses her firmly but gently, so slowly that her whole body aches.
She stays in bed, wrapped around Waverly's small frame for most of the morning, enveloped in her warmth and the comfort that holding her provides. Many a night she's needed to hold Waverly, after particularly gruelling days of work that just never seem to quit, and she's thankful for the presence of the woman who loves her. She's never felt so at home in another person before, but home is Waverly.
Finally, after repeated shoulder kisses and further coercion (not to mention the cutest and most pathetic whining she ever did hear) she manages to get Waves up and going. After a shared shower in which she'd spent a great deal of time washing Waverly's hair -she'd heard somewhere that it was supposed to be one of the most intimate acts you could carry out for your significant other- the two of them had lounged around.
Throughout the morning, the rain had grown steadily heavier. She'd adjusted her plans accordingly, they'd cuddled on the sofa and watched Disney movies for the entirety of the afternoon. All Waves' favourites of course (although she'd be lying if she said she didn't have a soft spot for The Rescuers). As the day progressed she'd found herself happier and happier, if slightly more apprehensive. A mantra of 'Today is the day' has reverberated through her head, and she'd never been more excited in her life.
They'd made dinner together, even though Waves couldn't cook to save her life (which was more adorable then words could express, because she always tried valiantly anyways) and her abilities in the kitchen were hit and miss, questionable at best. Still, they were a team and they'd muddled through as best as they could. The macaroni and cheese they'd turned out (fancy Mac and cheese, with three different types of cheese) hadn't been half bad by the time it was done. All thanks to their teamwork. She knew that after the first bite she'd started smiling like an idiot, because the dinner was proof of how well, how seamlessly they worked together. It made fantasies of two and a half kids and a dog named Rex dance around in her head. But that was her getting ahead of herself.
Together they'd stacked the dishwasher, some K-Pop band Waves was big on playing on the radio (she pretended not to know who they were, just to annoy Waves but of course she knew who they were) playing loud on the radio. Waves had grabbed her hand and dragged her in to dance, standing on her tiptoes to plant a firm and lingering kiss against her lips as they moved around the kitchen.
As she'd pulled away, shrinking back down to her original height as Nicole had chased her lips, the look on Waves' face had driven all pre-planned speeches from her mind. The music still playing, she'd walked them back towards a counter until she had Waves pressed against it. She'd looked down at her, knowing that the adoration she felt for the woman in front of her was written across her face, and she'd reached into the back pocket of her jeans.
She'd looked down at Waverly, one hand on her hip and the other behind her back, dimpled smile playing across her face as she'd breathed out a question. "Marry me?" Barely more than a whisper, but she knew that Waves had heard her.
In less than a second, her eyes had filled with tears that started to spill immediately, dripping down her cheeks. Waves had looked up at her, big brown eyes swimming and lower lip trembling and she'd nodded so fiercely that there could be no mistaking. The ring had emerged from her back pocket, and she'd slipped it on in the next moment.
Then Waves had been kissing her, breathless whispers of yes escaping her lips between kisses, even after she'd planted her on the worktop. When Waverly catches her face between two tiny hands, pulling her closer, she'd caught a glimpse of the light glancing off the ring, and she'd known that it was what was meant to happen. Today was the day that Waverly Earp had agreed to become her wife and she couldn't be happier.