A/N: I know I said I was done with this story, but I saw that Angie was saying Marcia might get married to Milo, and living on the Eastern Marches, (where ever and what ever that is). It has been bugging me for over a week and I took the time in my English class today, and wrote this. It took about half an hour but I'm 'satisfied' with it. As satisfied as I ever get with my writing. Hope yall enjoy it. Review if you can, I would be ever so grateful.
Milo lay in her bed and smiled. Next to him lay his wife, sleeping peacefully. He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her and hold her close to him .
"What?," she mumbles waking slightly at the movement.
"Nothing love, just admiring the beauty next to me."
She rolled over and tucked her head against his chest, "There's a cup of coffee on the nightstand?"
Milo laughed, "No but I can change that. Would it please my lady for me to make the coffee this morning?"
She glared as best she could with her eyes half closed, "Yes it would. It would also please me for you to not call me 'my lady'."
Milo chuckled and kissed her, "I'll be right back."
"Hurry you're warm and it's cold," She said wrapping the blankets around herself.
Milo shook his head as he walked towards the kitchen. It was cold in his house in the middle of winter. The fire place in their bedroom was always lit, and the coffee was in high demand.
While the coffee was brewing Milo thought about how he had proposed to her. The first time he'd shone up at her door with a bouquet of roses and only to have the door slammed in his face. The second time he held her hand and asked as sweetly as he knew how and promised to give her everything she deserved and love her as best he could, simply for her to yank her hand from his grasp, turn her back and storm away. The third time he'd done it properly; down on one knee ring at the ready. He was not leaving without an answer yes or no didn't matter just a verbal response rather than a retreat. She had been shy, but he'd persisted and finally she said yes. They had been married for three years and Milo had spent them in near total bliss.
He poured two steaming mugs and brought them back to his waiting wife. He dark hair caught the fire light and seemed to shine on its own.
She was staring into the fire place, with her knees tucked up into her chest, and her head resting on top.
"If you're tired then go back to sleep darling," he said handing her a mug.
She shrugged, "You're awake and it's actually a nice morning , if you can stay warm that is," she patted the bed next to her.
Milo sat down and wrapped his arm around her shoulders bringing he close to him. He rested his chin on top of her head and whispered, "I love you Marcia Banda."
"I love you too Milo," she said through a yawn. Milo played with her soft hair, winding the curls around his fingers, and spotting they grey strands that had recently appeared. Milo kissed the top of her head as she fell asleep once more.
"I love you Marcia more than you know," he said before taking a sip from his coffee mug. He leaned back, readjusted Marcia and enjoyed the peaceful snowy morning.