It was late morning before Brittany woke up. Her back was against Mike's chest, his arms wrapped around her. The fire in the fireplace was barely smouldering anymore. Then she realised it was Tuesday. Two years today. Brittany's face lit up with a big wide grin as she locked her fingers into Mike's. She felt Mike kiss her cheek and the grin got even wider. "Mmm hey baby girl," he said. Brittany rolled in his arms so they were facing one another. "I didn't wake you did I?" Brittany asked. Mike shook his head. "Nah, you didn't. I just didn't want to move, I was comfortable with you in my arms, and you looked so peaceful." Brittany pecked Mike's nose, smiling. "This is why I love you. Happy two years." Mike pulled Brittany as closely as he could into him, rubbing her back. "Happy two years my princess." They sat up, still under the blanket, then Mike said, "How about we get dressed," he kissed her left cheek, "We go into the local town," he kissed her right cheek, "Then we get lunch and do some shopping," he kissed her on the lips. Brittany smiled as Mike's lips met hers. "Mmm lets." Mike grinned and stood up, holding his hand out and Brittany took it. He pulled her up and they walked into the bedroom, hand in hand, to get changed for their day out.
Once they had gotten dressed, Mike and Brittany headed into the local town centre for lunch. They dined at a nice little restaurant before heading up the shopping strip. They walked past a lingerie shop, and Mike eyed what was in the window. "Don't worry about that stuff babe, I've got a surprise for you later tonight that's better," Brittany whispered in Mike's ear as they walked on. She grinned as Mike grinned, because he didn't know she already had that surprise on.
After walking the shopping strip for a couple of hours, they had both bought a few bits and pieces. As they were heading to the car, Mike passed Brittany the car keys. "Baby bumblebee. I've just got to go into the supermarket and get the ingredients for dinner, so could you take the bags to the car? I won't be long." Brittany went to open her mouth, but Mike put a finger to her lips. "Shh. I'm not telling you what I'm getting. It's a surprise. When we get back to the cottage, you're going to lay down and read that magazine you got, while I cook." "But are you sure..." Brittany started, before Mike cut her off by kissing her, "I'm very sure." "Okay," Brittany said, taking Mike's bags. "Don't be too long," she smiled. "I won't, promise," Mike said, and then he walked into the supermarket while Brittany headed to the car.
When Mike got back to the car, he went to open the driver's side door, but Brittany was already sitting there. She winked at Mike, pressing the button that made the boot pop open. Mike laughed quietly to himself as he put the groceries in the boot and shut it, then got in the passenger side, smirking at Brittany who started to laugh. "What?" "So you're going to drive baby girl?" "Yeah. I've got to take control of something during this time away!" she grinned. Mike leant over, whispering right in her ear, "You were in control last night, by the fire," Mike sat back in his seat, watching as Brittany bit her lip, grinning as part of the evening replayed in her head. "See," Mike winked. Brittany giggled as she put the car into gear and drove back to the cottage.
When they got inside, Brittany followed Mike into the kitchen. When he notice, he picked her up, "Babe, I want it to be a surprise!" "I know, I know! I just want a glass of water!" Brittany giggled. "Well I'll bring it to you!" As Mike carried Brittany out of the kitchen and to the bedroom, she grabbed the magazine she had brought earlier. When they got to the bedroom, Mike set Brittany down on the bed, kissing her head. "Now relax. I'll be back with your glass of water." Mike left to get the water for Brittany. She kicked off her shoes and laid on her stomach, magazine in front of her. Mike walked back in, and as he got to the bed, he caught a glimpse up Brittany's skirt. The surprise she had hinted at was dark purple lace... he sat on the edge of the bed, beside Brittany, putting the water on the bedside table. "There you go blondie," he said. Brittany looked up and smiled, "Thank you," she said as she reached over and took a sip from the glass. Mike watched Brittany for a second, then rubbed the back of her leg. "So if you need anything, call out okay?" And as he said that, Mike's hand slid up the back of Brittany's skirt, fingers tickling at the edge of the tight laced underwear. Brittany giggled and slapped at Mike's arm before sitting up. "Later!" she smirked, "You said you wanted to get dinner going!" Mike groaned a little, "Ohhh Britt! You tease!" Brittany shrugged her shoulders, "All about the teasing and not about the pleasing," she laughed. "Lucky I love you then hey?" Mike smiled. "Yup, and lucky I love you too!" Brittany said with a teasing kiss, before laying back down and flicking through her magazine. "Now the quicker you get dinner ready, the quicker I can leave this room," she sipped the water, and then in a sing song voice, she said "and the quicker you'll get your surprise!" Mike sighed and smiled, "True," he stood up, "I'll come get you when it's done," he said as he left the room.
Once Mike had finished cooking, with the last thing simmering on the stove, he headed into the bedroom. Brittany was laying on her side, flicking through the magazine Mike sat on the bed and leant over, "If you want to go sit at the table, dinner's almost ready," he kissed her shoulder. Brittany turned around, facing Mike. "You umm... Got something on your shirt!" "Ohh yeah, I did. So while I get changed, you can put your feet up and have a drink, then when I come back, I'll dish up." Brittany sat up and slid off the bed. "Don't be too long now," she winked as she backed out of the room. Mike stood up and went to his bag, disposing of the sauce stained shirt, and getting a clean one out. He then dug into his bag and pulled out the box. For a moment Mike stared at the box, his heart skipped a beat. Soon he'd be getting that box out again, but he'd also be asking Brittany to marry him. Mike took a deep breath, putting the ring box in his pants pocket, then walked out of the bedroom.
Brittany walked into the dining area and her jaw dropped as her eyes scanned the room. Mike had closed all the blinds, there was roses on the table and candles lit. There was two wine glasses on the table. Brittany picked one up and leant against the back of one the chairs, and smiled, still looking around the room. There were candles on the shelf and more roses. When Mike walked back in the room, Brittany set her glass down, and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Babe, this looks just... Amazing." "I just wanted it to be special, perfect," he said. "It is, it really is," Brittany grinned. Mike's head turned as he heard the pot on the stove come to a boil. "It's ready blondie, so," he kissed her cheek, "You go sit down and I'll plate up." Brittany sat at the table while Mike finished getting dinner ready.
Mike walked over to the table, holding two plates. He'd cooked lamb cutlets, with boiled potatoes and salad, and a chunky tomato relish. Mike put the two plates down and took a seat. "This looks delicious," Brittany said, placing her hand on Mike's. He turned his hand over, locking their fingers together, "Happy two years bumblebee," and Mike raised his glass with his free hand. Brittany did the same, "Happy two years baby," and they clinked their glasses together.