A Simple Question
Arthur nervously patted his pocket to ensure that the ring box was still there. His fingers made contact with it and he felt some of his anxiety dissipate. He had the ring; that was his job half done already.
Dinner that night was lovely. Molly cooked an amazing meal of steak and potatoes, with everything done exactly to Arthur's liking. He had to wonder if she might be onto him—if she might somehow know what he had planned. She chatted away as if she had no idea, however.
"Dinner was amazing, Molly, thank you," he said earnestly. He scooped one last bite of potato into his mouth, then sat back, satiated.
"It was no problem, darling," Molly said, waving a hand at him. "I wanted to celebrate your little promotion at the Ministry."
Arthur smiled. Though he hadn't been there long, his boss had seen fit to promote him to a role that paid slightly more money. It wasn't much, but he hoped it would be enough for him and Molly to start a family like they had always wanted. Once they were married, they would be free to fill their modest home with as many children as possible.
He stood and extended a hand to his wife. "Come with me."
He guided her out onto their dilapidated little porch. The sun was setting, infusing the sky with vivid color. This wouldn't be a grand proposal, but he couldn't have asked for a better backdrop.
"Now that I've landed a better-paying job, there's something I've been wanting to ask you," he said.
Molly tilted her head. "What's that?"
He knelt down on one knee, and she let out a noise that was somewhere between a shriek and a gasp.
"It's simple, really. I love you, Molly Prewett. Will you marry me?"
"Yes!" Molly didn't hesitate in her response. "Yes, Arthur, I will!"
Arthur slid the ring onto her finger before pulling her in for a kiss. He couldn't wait to marry her and grow their family.
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