Title: Wedding Bells or Wedding Blues?
Author: SneetchesToo
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Ethan/Rox
Summary: Ethan sure as hell liked the idea of Rox being his wife. Her name sounded pretty good combined with his.
Author's Note: I promise there's no reason to get too excited, a proposal/wedding is far away for these two (if they even get there right?) but I like the idea of them talking about it.
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It had been a few weeks since Ethan had even dared to bring up the topic of marriage to Rox again.
Even though he knew that she was sort of on board with the idea, she seemed to be so hot and cold with the issue that he never knew what side of her he was going to get.
After they had talked about it New Years Eve he had felt fairly confident that she was heading in the same direction as him on the issue.
That they would one day be taking a trip down the aisle.
Even if it was a few years from now.
They had had three good weeks of peace and quiet. No fights, no blow-ups, no nothing.
They had spent almost every night together since New Years and he had been thrilled.
Then he had surprised her with a mountain getaway for their four month anniversary and she had been over the moon.
That was until they had gotten home from their trip and Leanne had asked if there was anything they needed to share with her.
Ethan had just raised an eyebrow, Rox, on the other hand, had lost it.
Apparently she knew just what Leanne was talking about. A proposal. And she wasn't too thrilled.
She had stormed away from Center Stage in a huff and it had taken Ethan almost four hours to get her to talk to him.
She had been on edge ever since and Ethan had spent the entire week trying to wrap his head around what was going on with her.
She had been perfectly fine with the concept a month ago, and yet, now, she was infuriated by it.
"Emo asked me again today if we were gonna get married." The words left her mouth before he could wrap his head around the fact that she was even standing next to him.
He let out a sigh as he turned toward her, the patient chart in his hand falling to the desk in front of him.
He really prayed that none of the nurses had heard what she had said.
The rumor mill around this place was already a buzz with excitement. The last thing he needed was to be a part of it.
"And what did you tell her?" He whispered his question as he walked away from the nurses' station, Rox hot on his heels.
"No." Of course she did.
"Well why'd you go and do that?" He really didn't understand what the big deal was.
Getting married to him couldn't possibly be that bad, could it?
"Because we're not getting married Ethan." She huffed out, her long legs doing their best to keep up with him.
He stopped when he got to the parking lot and he let the door slam shut behind them before he continued talking.
"Well, no, not today." He really didn't want another fight. He was so tired of fighting. "But someday we are."
"Oh we are, are we?" But apparently she had other plans.
"Yes Rox, we are." He knew that he should just let the topic go. That he should just move on from it.
It was obvious that she didn't want the same things as him.
It killed him, but he was so over the fighting that he was willing to throw in the towel on this one.
"Were you gonna tell me about this or just wait until the day of the wedding?" She crossed her arms over her chest as she glared at him.
"Oh stop being so dramatic." He was so over her attitude about this whole thing.
"I'm not being dramatic Ethan." She was definitely being dramatic. Something akin to a toddler throwing a temper tantrum if you asked him. "This isn't something to joke about."
"I'm not joking." He pointed at her as he spoke, his eyes darkening as he did his best to keep his composure. "Do I look like I'm joking?"
"We're not getting married." He really didn't want to scream at her, but he also really, really wanted to scream at her.
She was being ridiculous and he hoped she knew it.
"Is that because you don't wanna get married?" He whispered the question as he felt the fight leave his body.
He was so over this.
"Excuse me?" He could tell that she had caught on. That she knew she had pushed him too far.
"Be honest with me Rox." He let out a sigh as his arms fell to his sides, his hands going to the pockets of his scrubs. "Do you want to get married some day?"
"Like to you? Or in general?" Her questions were soft and he let out another sigh.
This whole conversation was taking years off of his life.
"Either or." He shrugged his shoulders. If she didn't want to get married at all it certainly wasn't going to change her mind about marrying him.
"I've never put any thought into it." She was lying to him.
He knew she thought about it.
She had admitted it to him before.
But he also knew that it was one of those issues that she always tried to just skirt around.
"Then how can you say 'no'?" He really wanted to know how she could be so against it.
"Because you don't wanna marry me." She whispered.
"I wanna marry you more than anything in this world." He stepped forward, his hands reaching out for her softly.
He could see that this was breaking her, almost as much as it was breaking him, and he hated that they did this to each other.
"Shut up." She had tears in her eyes and he hated himself for bringing her to this point.
"True story." He let his hands fall to her hips as he pulled her close. "I wanna marry you and make you my wife and spend the rest of our lives together."
"We don't have to get married to spend the rest of our lives together." Her words were soft and he knew that there was truth to them.
"True... but wouldn't it be more fun if we did?" He could only imagine how amazing it would be to get to call her his wife.
Almost as amazing as it would be to get to call her the mother of his children.
He prayed that one day he would get to do both.
"Fun? I highly doubt that being married to me would qualify as fun." He rolled his eyes at her statement.
"It would. It would be tons of fun." He pecked her lips softly, his right hand going to settle against her cheek as he eyed her curiously. "Then I could call you my wife."
"I'm really not that special Ethan." She let her head fall downward, her eyes breaking from his as a shiver ran through her body.
He hated that she still felt that way about herself.
They had been together four and a half months and he hated that she still felt like she wasn't good enough for him.
"You are to me." He nudged her chin back up, his forehead falling to hers in hopes of keeping her focus on him. "Just imagine how nice it would be to answer to Mrs. Willis?"
"That sounds horrible and incredibly old fashioned." He rolled his eyes at her statement. He knew that she didn't mean any harm with it, but still. "Your mother was Mrs. Willis, Ethan, I will not be."
"Hey now." He nipped at her lips this time, his fingers edging their way under her t-shirt as he pulled her closer.
"I'm just saying." Her eyes were full of a soft humor though and he couldn't help but laugh. "I don't mean anything bad by it."
"Mrs. Roxane Grace Willis." He whispered her name, combined with his, and it made his heart burst at the seams.
It sounded even more beautiful when he said it out loud.
"It sounds ridiculous." She whispered.
"It sounds beautiful." He whispered back.
"Are you gonna start writing out our names together in your notebook and drawing hearts around it?" He couldn't help but chuckle at her question.
He did feel like a schoolboy, crushing on the prettiest girl in class.
Except the girl was his, and he was doing so much more than just crushing on her.
"Maybe." She rolled her eyes at his response and he pressed his lips against her softly.
"You know I'm joking right?" Her question was whispered against his lips after they broke the kiss and he could see the twinkle in her eyes.
"I'm not. I love the way it sounds." And he did. He loved the way their names sounded together. He couldn't wait until the day came when he got to hear her introduce herself as that. "Roxane Willis. It's fitting."
"You're crazy." She whispered, her hands finally moving to settle on his chest.
"About you? Yes." He let his fingers move up to tangle in her hair, dragging her lips back to his slowly.
"In general Ethan." She didn't let him kiss her though, instead she ducked her head to the side as she spoke. "In general, you're crazy."
"Possibly, but I'm so hopelessly in love with you that I just can't control myself anymore." And that part was so incredibly true.
He was head over heels in love with this beautiful woman.
And he would do whatever he had to to make her see that.
"Shut up Ethan." She let one hand move to his head, her fingers dancing lightly over the hair at the nape of his neck.
He felt a shiver run down his spine at the contact.
She really shouldn't be doing that here, of all places.
Work was the last place they needed to get busted 'getting it on'.
His poor father had been privy to enough of that lately.
"Or what?" He nipped at her lips as he tried to pull her closer.
He knew it wasn't possible, and yet, he couldn't help himself.
"Or I'm leaving." She huffed.
"What if I kiss you instead?" He knew that she wouldn't be able to say 'no' to that.
She was always a sucker for his kisses.
Always.
Even when she was furious with him.
"That's a much better alternative." She whispered.
He crashed his lips against hers softly, his fingers tangling in her hair as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing his whole body against hers.
He would never, ever, get enough of her.
Not today, not tomorrow, not until the end of time.
And he prayed that she never got enough of him either.
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