Happy two-month anniversary, Jailbird! I want people to sit on that for a minute. We're two months and three arcs into this fantastic fanfic. I'm genuinely incredibly proud of myself and I'm happy that from two months of work this is the end result.

Enjoy another long-ass chapter a la chapter 22, this time, with plot relevancy!

Much like the first two arcs, all five of the first chapters will be dropping relatively simultaneously. Once I post them on here, I'll post them on AO3 (account with the same name.)

The other chapters will be much shorter than this one, but I wanted to kick off Arc 3 with a little fun, so, once more, it's time for a Road Trip.

Tokyolk had been a carefully planned trip that they'd started plotting for in June and taken in August. Their "pre-honeymoon" road trip was drastically different.

"Just put clothes in a suitcase," Louie said as they bustled around the house on February 19th, "We'll figure it out from there."

"Are you going to dress casual? Because I always feel stupid when I dress casual and you dress like the heir to a small country."

Louie laughed, "I will dress casual. I swear. I don't want to upstage my fiance. The only thing you need to bring is that pretty little ring. And swim trunks." It had been two days and Boyd still got goosebumps when Louie said the word fiance.

"Well, the only thing you need to bring is that rocking bod of yours."

Louie giggled and flexed, "You are the only one who has ever called this bod rocking." He patted his stomach and Boyd pulled him close.

"I love you so fucking much," Boyd said, slipping his hand up Louie's shirt. Louie shivered in delight and kissed Boyd deeply.

"I can't believe we're doing this," Boyd hummed, pulling away after a minute.

"Getting married? Already having second thoughts, Dr. Duck?" Boyd opened his mouth to respond and closed it.

"We're going to have to discuss the last name thing. But no. I've known we were going to get married since our first real date. What I can't believe is that we're going on vacation with no plan."

Louie blushed and beamed, "Really? Since our first date?"

"Really." Boyd lifted Louie onto the kitchen counter, leaning up to kiss him and pulling away before he got the chance, which caused Louie to almost lose his balance.

"Boyd? Something wrong?"

"Louie, tell me that 'Propose to Boyd' hasn't been on our fridge calendar this whole time."

Louie burst out laughing, sliding off the counter.

"It has. Since January, actually."

"How did I not see that?" Boyd asked.

"Because you're a dumbass who doesn't check our calendar ever," Louie said, stroking Boyd's face lovingly.

"I am going to start checking our calendar. I don't want to miss anything else. Anything important."

"Oh, yeah? When's my birthday?" Louie asked.

"Uh."

"When's Huey's birthday?"

"April 15th," Boyd said easily.

"When's my birthday?" Louie asked again.

"...April 15th."

"Good job," Louie said with a laugh, pulling Boyd in for a kiss.

"We should probably pack," Boyd said after a few minutes of intense making out.

"Mm, probably. And write some instructions for Goldie about handling the war god," Louie added, glancing down at their bastard son who was trying to reach something under the fridge that didn't exist.

"You don't think she's gonna like, rob us, do you?" Boyd asked, a little reluctant to trust Louie's crime aunt.

"She wouldn't dare," Louie said, "I have fail-safes. Blackmail, traps, the works. No one robs Louie Duck."

"That's so sexy," Boyd whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

Louie smirked, stopping Boyd's lips with a single finger, "I know. But we really need to pack."

The next day, car packed and house keys handed off, they set off for their romantic and relatively spontaneous road trip. The idea was to just drive. They would stop at whatever lodgings they found, eat anywhere, go see absolutely anything. And more than anything else, they would be in the car together for a very long time. Louie was really, really glad that Boyd had already agreed to marry him because road trips were very revealing about a person.

"We used to do road trips in college, the sibs and I. We'd mix up who was in which car but the standard was Huey, Dewey, and I in one and Webby, May, and June in the other. Sometimes Lena and Shiloh came, sometimes Gosalyn and Violet came. Dewey, June, and I would joke about perpetually being single."

"Well, now you get to go on a romantic road trip with your fiance," Boyd said, the word tasting sweet on his lips.

"I can't believe I'm actually going to get to spend the rest of my life with you," Louie said, completely in awe.

"I can't believe that I haven't known you my whole life. I think things would be so much better if we'd known each other sooner."

Louie rested his head against the window and let out a hollow laugh, "That's the understatement of the year, babe." Scars from the dangerous shit he'd been through littered his body. He couldn't imagine how much of that he could've avoided if he'd had Boyd in his corner sooner.

"We don't have to think about that now," Boyd said, sensing a shift in Louie's mood, "We don't have to talk about the past at all. We can talk about our future."

"Right," Louie said, smiling widely, "Our future. What part of our future do you want to talk about?"

"Well, I think you should take my last name, not the other way around," Boyd said boldly.

"Louie Gearloose-Drake? I mean… It sounds nice, wearing your name, but nice like a hat that I take off when I'm done playing pretend. I've kind of got a brand, doll. Louie Duck is a name with oomph, y'know?"

"Oomph," Boyd complained, "Well, I can't just take your last name. I'm pretty committed to mine."

"We could hyphenate?"

"Boyd and Louie Gearloose-Drake-Duck. That's… That's too many names."

"Ugh, okay, well… Compromise. Which of your names do you like more?"

Boyd paused. "Well. I uh." This seemed to really stump him.

"Weigh the pros and cons, babe, we're going to have to come up with an answer sooner or later. It's more than just what we put on a marriage certificate, our future kid is gonna have to have a last name too."

Boyd blushed at the idea of starting a family with Louie, a concept he held near and dear to his heart.

"My colleagues regularly call me Dr. Drake already. That's so as to not confuse me with Dr. Dad, the OG Dr. Gearloose. But if I genuinely had to pick between them, I would choose Gearloose. Because that is a name with oomph."

"Dr. Boyd Gearloose-Duck. How's that sound?" Boyd didn't answer but he smiled, which was enough for Louie, "And you can take Drake on as a middle name. Do you have a middle name?"

"I do not. Do you?"

"Yeah, Rebel."

Boyd burst out laughing, "You're kidding, right?"

"No, that's the name my mom wanted to name me. There was a miscommunication when we were born and we ended up as Huey, Dewey, and Louie but we were initially gonna be Jet, Turbo, and Rebel."

Boyd sobered up, "I'm sorry for laughing."

"No, babe, it's fine. It's ridiculous. It's almost as dumb a name as Azure."

"I think Rebel is a little stupider of a name than Azure," Boyd teased.

"Huey wanted them to have the acronym SEA for their names, Violet wanted color names. Scarlett and Emerald were easy but Azure was so close to being named Aquamarine. Apparently, Gosalyn suggested the name Azure as a joke and they ran with it. Fortunately, he's the best possible person to have been named Azure because he's so good-natured and go-with-the-flow about everything. He's chill."

"Louie, Azure doesn't go with the flow because he's chill," Boyd said, "He goes with the flow because he has debilitating anxiety about making choices."

"Oh. That makes a lot of sense actually. How did I not know that? Does Huey know that?"

"About his own son? Yeah. Obviously."

"Oh man," Louie said, clearly bummed out now, "I feel terrible for never noticing. He seems chill. Maybe a little apathetic, but otherwise fine."

"Louie, a couple of years ago you probably would've said you were fine."

"Oh." Louie hung his head.

"I'm sorry I brought it up, love, let's just focus on the good stuff. We can stop at a gas station and get trashy gas station food for lunch."

"Like those little roller egg rolls? Those things are the shit."

"Yes, absolutely, that's the spirit!"

"Can we buy novelty bears with hoodies that have the state on them?"

"It would be a crime if we didn't," Boyd said with a grin, "We should probably get at least one at every stop."

Louie knew that Boyd was just saying all this crap to distract him, but he happily let himself be distracted. As Boyd had said, this wasn't about the past. This was about the future. And future them could take on whatever came their way...

It was dark and cold in their motel room when Louie woke up with a jolt, sweating and shivering and searching desperately for Boyd. He found him quickly, he'd simply rolled onto his stomach in his sleep, mere inches away from Louie but Louie was still petrified and quickly closed the distance.

"Boyd," a sob rose to Louie's throat and he shook Boyd deliriously.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?" Boyd was quick to spring to action, pulling Louie into his arms and holding him securely. Louie shivered in Boyd's lap, sobbing, trying to compose himself enough to explain.

"I've got you, Louie, I'm right here. I'm not going to let you go."

"You let me fall," Louie sobbed, "In my… In my dream. I was falling and there was no one there and I knew, I knew you were supposed to catch me but you were gone. I lost myself again."

Boyd frowned, wrapping his arms tighter around his fiance. Louie had been having bad dreams for a while, something that he and his therapists hadn't quite been able to figure out. At first, it had seemed Louie was afraid of his old lifestyle catching up to them. Now it felt like it was more than that.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you," Boyd said, rubbing Louie's shoulder comfortingly, "I've got you."

"Will you be the bigger spoon?" Louie mumbled, and Boyd nodded quickly. This was the first time Louie had ever expressly asked, though it had become more and more common as of late. Boyd wrapped his arms around Louie as they lay back down, Louie's nightshirt riding up a little, allowing Boyd's gentle fingers to trace over his battle scars in the darkness.

"You've been through so much," Boyd said, "it's okay to be afraid. It's normal. But I absolutely will not let you lose yourself again. I promise you that."

"Please don't make promises you can't keep," Louie mumbled, "I'm more of a monster than you'll ever know."

"You're just tearing yourself down again, baby," Boyd said, shaking his head and burying his face in Louie's neck, "You are more than your past mistakes. You're getting better."

"You really believe that?"

"I wouldn't be marrying you if you were incapable of change. You're not a monster, Louie. You never have been. And I love you too much to let you think that you are." That seemed to satisfy an exhausted Louie in the moment, but Boyd's mind kept whirring, trying to figure out how to best comfort his partner.

The next morning, Boyd lay in bed a little longer as Louie got up and got ready for another day of adventuring and driving and discussing their impending wedding, trying to figure out the best way to cheer Louie up. He stayed in bed until he heard Louie's squeak of distress.

"What's wrong?" He asked, sitting up and glancing in Louie's direction. Louie was tugging at a shirt and looking stressed.

"Boyd. My shirt doesn't fit."

"That's alright, dear, we'll get you a new one."

"No, no, no, it isn't alright, this shirt is one of my oversized shirts. And it doesn't fit." Louie burst into tears and Boyd got a little overwhelmed.

"Louie? I'm here for you but I don't really understand why you're upset, will you help me understand?" Boyd asked, wrapping an arm around his fiance.

"I've gained too much weight, my clothes don't even fit right," Louie sobbed.

"You've gained a healthy amount of weight because you started eating regular meals and taking antidepressants. Your body is perfect, Louie, at any size. And…" Boyd examined Louie a little closer and nodded, "And that is my shirt."

"Oh."

"Put your glasses on, babe. And show yourself some grace. I love your body, I think you're perfect. Please trust me on that."

"I'm so stupid," Louie sniffled.

"No, you're just stressed out. Let's stay in a little longer, relax for a bit. We don't have to do anything today until you're feeling better."

"Do you think we could just stay here another night?" Louie asked, and Boyd nodded.

"Whatever it takes. Your health and happiness is the most important thing, babe."

"Do you want to go swimming in the motel pool?" Louie asked, scrubbing at his tears.

"I'd love nothing more."

Louie stripped off the shirt and sat on the bed, staring down at his body clearly still very self-conscious.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" Boyd asked, putting a hand on Louie's leg.

"You could tell me why you chose me, of all people. I'm fucking broken, Boyd. I'm a mess. Why would you love someone whose brain doesn't even work? We're engaged, I-I should be the happiest I've ever been and I'm sobbing over being chubby. I've been chubby my whole life this isn't even new! I'm a trainwreck. Why do you love me? Why are you still here when you could've left at any point?"

"I'm still here because I love you. As for why I love you, that's a bit more complicated. Louie, of course you're broken. You've gone through so much trauma. I'm proud of you for surviving this long and I wish every day that I'd known you when you were younger so I could have saved you some of the pain. Your past is always going to shape you, and it might always hurt. The road to recovery is a long one. The scars don't go away but how you feel about them will change. I love you, Louie, for who you chose to be despite the pain of the past. I love you for the cheesy things you said to me when you were drunk that first night, the way you warmed up to me and let me in when you were still shutting so many people out. I love you for your unwavering generosity and the way our bodies fit together. I love how good you are with kids and how you would do anything for the people you love. And I love you for your flaws, your scars, your squish. I love you so much Louie, and that is never going to change. I could have left at any point, but I never wanted to. I never ever wanted to."

Louie was in tears when Boyd finished and for a moment Boyd was afraid he had done something wrong. Then Louie crawled into Boyd's lap and wrapped his arms and legs around him.

"We do really fit together, don't we?" Louie mumbled, sounding super worn out.

"Yeah, we do. And we're on vacation, so I think that entitles us to a little extra sleep. Let's get some water and breakfast in you and laze around for the morning, mmkay?"

"Mmkay," Louie said sleepily, resting his head on his shoulder.

"I'm gonna need to be able to stand up, love," Boyd said gently.

"Fake news. You can carry me. I've seen you do it before."

"You want me to carry you, shirtless, to the continental breakfast area?" Boyd asked.

"Yup."

"Okay, but if we get kicked out of this motel it's your fault."

"I could buy this motel," Louie said, burying his face in Boyd's shirt. He loved how warm Boyd always was, it was such a comforting thing to be cold and to be held by someone who radiates warmth.

"Mm, at least put a jacket on, you're going to freeze to death."

"I'd never freeze, I've got you."

"Yes, you've got me, and I've got a head on my shoulders that says you need a jacket."

"Fine," Louie sulked, untangling himself from Boyd's lap, "I'll get dressed for real and we can go get breakfast.

"I can go get breakfast and bring it back for you if you want," Boyd offered, stroking Louie's cheek.

"Ooh, that sounds fun, actually. Tomorrow night when we hit the road again we should find a place that does room service, though."

"I don't mind waiting on you hand and foot," Boyd said with a smirk.

"And I don't mind being waited on. But I miss you when you're gone."

"Then I'll hurry." Boyd leaned over and kissed Louie, "Do you want me to make you a waffle from one of those three-minute waffle makers?"

"Yes, please."

"With whipped cream?"

"This is why I'm marrying you. You get me."

Boyd left and came back as quickly as he could, with decked-out waffles and a few bananas for health. Louie had gotten up and started the little coffee maker in the corner, apparently deciding that today was worth breaking his caffeine fast.

"Next year's a leap year," Louie commented.

"Yeah, it is. What're you thinking?"

"That means March 11th falls on a Sunday. Which sounds like a good day for a wedding."

Boyd lit up, "That sounds perfect, Louie."

"I always secretly wanted a big fairytale wedding," Louie said with a little hum, "I never thought I was going to meet my Prince Charming, though."

"Well, I'm glad we met. Best thing that ever happened to me." Boyd said, another scheme beginning to form, "Though I can hardly wait 384 days to be your husband."

"Ah, well, we might need that long to plan for our fairytale. Plus we have no idea what will happen between now and then."

"Whatever happens, we'll be together," Boyd promised.

They spent the morning lazing around, watching movies on cable, doing a few laps in the motel pool, ordering pizza from a nearby place for lunch and having the leftovers for dinner. As the night settled in and Louie and Boyd got ready for bed, feeling refreshed by their day of goofing off, they made a plan for tomorrow.

"What if we go on a hike?" Louie suggested, "That's what the sibs and I usually did on road trips. We'd pick a destination and just walk. I kind of miss it."

"That sounds glorious," Boyd said, "though anything with you sounds amazing." As Louie looked up hiking spots near them, Boyd made a secret plan of his own, falling asleep to happy thoughts of how he was going to lift Louie's spirits tomorrow.

Louie definitely needed his spirits lifted. The nightmares came back that night, just as vivid and violent, and Louie felt a little bit like a ragdoll tossed by the whims of his depression.

"I don't get it, Boyd, I've been doing everything my therapist recommended and I'm still waking up devastated," Louie ranted when he calmed down from the dream.

"Well, some things don't have easy explanations. I'm sorry you keep having these dreams, love. We'll get to the bottom of them as soon as we can."

"Maybe I'm just too fucked up to fix," Louie said.

"Don't say that, baby, no one is too fucked up to fix. I'm here for you. We're gonna face these nightmares together."

Louie didn't say the other thing on his mind, that he was worried that they were more than just nightmares, that he was having premonitions, that there was some sort of prophetic truth in the dark and lonely dreams that plagued him. He knew it was ridiculous but then again, half his siblings were clones, his sister-in-law was a shadow spirit, and his fiance was an android. So, impossible things were extremely possible. Even the seemingly impossible, like a fix for the brokenness in his brain.

"Do you want to get some more sleep before our hike?" Boyd asked.

"No," Louie said. Boyd switched on the light and Louie heaved himself out of bed, beginning to pack their suitcases.

"Thank you, probably haunted motel, for letting me have my breakdown at the beginning of my vacation instead of the end of my vacation. And thank you, beautiful fiance of mine, for not taking me up on the motel roof."

"Oh gosh, the stars would have looked so cool from the motel roof. I would've loved to check that out."

"I love you, but you can go stargazing by yourself."

"And leave my dashing fiance alone, hogging all the blankets? I think not."

"I'm sorry about my breakdowns and nightmares, Boyd. I'm sorry I'm struggling so much right now. I want to be able to just relax but there seems to be a thousand things to stress over, from how we hyphenate our names to how I'm gonna fit into my wedding tux and those stupid fucking nightmares…"

Boyd rubbed Louie's shoulder, "Hey, no need to apologize. It's okay if you're stressed. We'll ride this out together. Let's just check out and we can grab breakfast on the road. You can tell me more of the stuff you and your siblings used to do on road trips."

"Well, that would depend on who was driving," Louie said, already taking the bait.

"Yeah? Tell me about it," Boyd requested, slipping on a t-shirt and a warm flannel for their hike.

"Well, Dewey always wanted to be the one who had shotgun, and Huey normally drove. That was our system, y'know. So Dewey would play whatever music suited his fancy that day- it was usually Hamilton. If Huey or Violet was in charge of the entertainment then we'd listen to podcasts. If you rode with May or June they'd play anything except musicals because June has never forgiven Dewey for being a theatre kid. Once Lena was in charge of the entertainment and we just listened to Screamo for three hours."

"Sounds fun."

"I suppose. I usually just watched movies on my phone in the backseat, sometimes I kept one earbud out so I could hear the squabbling over playlists and rest stops." Louie's voice was laced with nostalgia.

"Do you think you guys will ever have a road trip like that again?" Boyd asked, searching under the bed for his shoes.

"Ah, I don't know. Maybe when all the kids grow up and move out. It'll be a long time and we might not be into that kind of thing then."

"Well, never say never. It could happen." Boyd glanced over at Louie and giggled, "You're wearing a crop top on our hike?"

"What? I look great." Louie spun in his grey crop top, which was a cropped shirt from the college he'd gone to a decade ago.

"Mm-hm. But please wear a jacket. Your body was not made for cold weather."

"Mm, so true. My body was made for your body and your body is always warm."

"I still want you to wear a jacket."

"Okay, okay. I stole this one from Shiloh," Louie said, shrugging on a green army jacket, "Who stole it from May."

"I have so many questions about that relationship," Boyd admitted, "Like how, and why, and how?"

"Shiloh was my girlfriend freshman year because I thought I had to be straight which was stupid because literally no one in my life was straight but then we noticed that she was kinda super into my sister and I was kind of super into Derek from homeroom, oh gosh he was a dumpster fire of a human being I should not have slept with him… So we broke up, me and Shiloh. And then me and Derek a little later when I realized he wanted to be gay but without anyone knowing he was gay which is cringe."

"I love when I ask you questions and get way, way more of an answer than I expected."

"...Sorry."

"No, I'm serious. I genuinely love that about you. It's so cute when you ramble. Please, ramble more. Tell me why you and Shiloh are still so affectionate even though she's with your sister."

"Well, the whole kissing and cuddling thing was the only thing that we really liked in our relationship and we figured that there was no need to stop since there wasn't anything romantic or sexual about it… We told each other that if we didn't end up in happy relationships by the time we were thirty we'd move in together, and we haven't been able to shake the platonic intimacy since, even though we clearly didn't move in together. But if you mind, I'll stop. Derek fucking hated the whole women loving women and men loving men solidarity thing."

"This guy sounds like a bastard," Boyd said with a frown, slipping an arm around Louie protectively.

"I had a bad track record before you," Louie admitted, hugging himself, "A lot of people I am only now realizing were terrible for me. Damn, I had no boundaries when it came to relationships..."

Boyd looked a little stressed out, "I do not mind you being casually affectionate with your friend but it screws with me to think about you with someone who used or abused you."

"Sorry, love. It was a phase, but it's over now. I'm with you. And now I know what I deserve."

"Say it," Boyd said, "tell me what you deserve."

"I deserve someone who treats me like a prince. No, not someone, I deserve you." Despite the nightmares Louie was confident enough in the statement, "And you deserve me. We deserve each other. Because we're both a freaking mess," Louie laughed.

"Agreed. But we're getting better."

"We make each other better," Louie said, pressing his forehead against Boyd's. They just stood there for a few minutes, holding each other close, Louie stealing Boyd's warmth.

"You ready to go?" Boyd asked after a while, Louie's arms falling around his waist.

"Not quite. What's in your pocket?"

Boyd blanked, "My strap-on?"

"No, I just packed that. What are you hiding, Boyd?"

Boyd frowned, "I was gonna do this on the hike, so if it's not as special you gotta blame your wandering hands but…" Boyd pulled out the box in his pocket and knelt down, "Darling, will you do me the honor of becoming Mr. Louie Gearloose-Duck?"

Louie was, first, captivated by the shiny ring in the box, a gorgeous and intricate emerald ring in black gold. Louie wanted to put it on and never ever take it off.

"Pretty," he whispered before the rest of the situation clicked in his head.

"Wait a second, we're already engaged?"

"True, and we're gonna get married in 383 days and have ourselves a fairytale wedding and you're probably gonna write that we're getting married under "National Hillbilly day" or whatever-"

"National Promposal Day, actually, Hillbilly day is a month later," Louie interrupted.

"Right, and I look forward to marrying you on Promposal day 383 days from now, but we have four days left before Goldie expects us back. There is nothing stopping us from tying the knot this week."

Louie's eyes widened, "Really?"

"Yeah."

"You want to get eloped?"

"You've been so stressed out, love, and I'm worried that some of that stress is because you think something is going to go wrong with the wedding. But if we're already married, there's less pressure. I'm not… I'm not out of line, am I?"

"No, that's really sweet of you…" Louie pulled Boyd to his feet and hugged him.

"So, do you want to get married?"

"Hmm… Let me think about it," Louie said, resting his busy head on Boyd's shoulder and contemplated their future, specifically the next four days.

"Take all the time in the world," Boyd said, holding Louie close, "I want you to be happy."

Louie smiled, pretty sure he had his answer but letting his head rest on Boyd a little longer.

"How was the trip, Sharpie?" Goldie asked Louie as Boyd unloaded the car with their luggage and all the teddy bears they'd bought at gas stations.

"Good, good. How was Mars?"

"That cat is chaos incarnate. I think he might be possessed by the actual god of war... No, I've met that dude, the cat is definitely worse."

Louie laughed, "Well, what can you do? He's our son and we love him."

"Anything interesting happen on your trip?" Goldie asked, noticing that Louie glanced down at a ring that hadn't been on his hand a week ago. He was smiling, hiding something.

"Oh, you know, not really. We did a bunch of swimming in motel pools and went on this cool hike but that's about it. Anything interesting happen here?"

"Yeah, actually… Someone tried to break in on Tuesday. I didn't want to say anything because it wasn't successful and I didn't want to ruin your vacation but there was definitely an attempt."

"Huh, maybe they thought the house was empty because they saw me posting on Instagram?" Louie said, "Not sure why someone would want to Home Alone my house though."

"Really?" Goldie asked, crossing her arms, "You have no idea why someone would want to rob you? Mm, you have gone soft, Sharpie."

"Right, criminal empire. Sometimes I forget about that. I should probably tell Boyd about that, but I don't want him to worry."

"Ugh. As much as I hate to admit it, you gotta tell your partner important things like this."

Louie sighed and nodded, looking at Boyd and smiling, "Yeah. He's worth the truth. What about you? You check in on your partner recently?"

Goldie blushed, "Shut up, Sharpie."

"So that's a yes?"

"I might've seen him recently," Goldie said with a nonchalant shrug, "but honestly, that's none of your business, since, you know, we're not partners anymore."

"Ooh, using my own words against me, nice. Well, you have fun with your old person romance. I should probably help Boyd unpack."

Goldie hesitated and then pulled Louie into a hug, "Listen, Sharpie, I'm proud of you. You've become a better person than I ever thought either of us could. I hope you get everything I deserve."

Louie glanced at the ring once more and nodded, "Thanks, Goldie. I hope so too."