Thursday: Nov. 4, 2010

Randy pulls into the driveway with my stuff. I smile as he exits the car.

"You could've let me go with you." I say.

"I was trying to give you a break for a while." He replies.

"I sat and waited on you."

"Well…I'm here now."

"No shit."

He gets a couple boxes. "Open the door."

I open the door. "The doctor said that I could help move the stuff."

"Well…I don't want you to." He places the boxes down.

"I don't have to listen to you."

"You're not carrying heavy boxes."

"Randy, I'm twenty-eight. I don't have to-"

Randy cuts me off with a kiss.

"You can be quite a fighter. I'll let you carry some of the lighter ones in."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

I take a couple boxes in and smile to myself. I live here now.

"Hey, Randy." I say. "Can you pass me the camera? I wanna film this for the YouTube channel."

"Sure thing, Babe." He hands me the camera before grabbing some boxes to put in the house.

I turn it on and start filming. "Hey guys it's Marissa. And I'm currently working on getting my stuff moved into Randy's house. Because…we're finally moving in together. More like I'm moving in with him."

Randy walks back outside and waves.

I turn the camera towards him. "There's my boyfriend getting his lifting in because he won't let me move heavy boxes because of my concussion."

"Go grab some light ones and take them in."

"Come grab the camera so I can."

He does. I kiss him on the cheek before taking a couple boxes.


Randy's P.o.V.

I turn the camera towards me. "Hey. Since she's inside, I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm going to propose today. Marissa doesn't have the slightest clue." I show the ring.

Marissa starts to head back out. I hide the ring and set the camera down, aiming it towards her.

"I think we're done." I say.

"Are we?" She turns around to check.

I get down on one knee and pull out the ring in its box. I open the box.

Marissa turns back towards me. "I don't think that we have…" She gasps.

I grab her hand. "Marissa Lynn McMahon, will you marry me?"

Marissa looks me with tears in her eyes. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you."

I slip the ring on her finger and stand up. She starts crying. But they were happy tears.

"If I'm crying now, just imagine how bad I'll be at the wedding." She says.

I pull her into my arms. "You'll still be just as beautiful."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"Is the camera still filming?"

"I wanted to get the proposal in. I can cut out you crying."

She laughs. "Shut up."