December 22
Arthur couldn't believe it. He'd been expecting it, yes, but not on today. He stared at the ring in the box, absolutely flabbergasted. His eyes darted from the box to Francis, who was smiling widely.
"I-I don't know what to say..." He blushed loudly. Francs scooted over to him, gripping his free hand in both of his.
"Say yes. Gay marriage is legal now, and," He looked down, smiling, "you did say you would. Back before it was even possible in this country."
Arthur, smiling, brought Francis' hands to his lips, kissing them gingerly. "Okay," Francis let go and hugged him, "But!" Francis eased up a bit, but didn't let go. "We have to adopt."
Francis completely pulled away, beaming. "But of course! It would only be my pleasure!"
Arthur nodded, holding his hand out for Francis to slip his ring onto.
"And you have to let me cook at least once."
"That's it. The wedding's off."
"Oh fuck you."
~La Horrid Fin~
Seriously you guys, prompts would be appreciated.