EPILOUGE

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Marceline

"What do you mean we can't get married yet?" I wined, playing with a strand of Bonnie's strawberry red hair. She sat cuddled into my lap, leaning her back into me while my legs wrapped around her body. We were watching some random TV show from the bed, not really paying attention.

"I mean," Bonnie began in that know-it-all tone she always took on when she was sure she was right. "We're way too young. I'm a sophomore in college, Marcy."

"So? Lots of people get married young." I argue, trying to mask the hurt in my voice. Bonnie's forbearance was too unsettling to me to hide my anxiousness. I figured she would want to married as soon as possible. What I hadn't anticipated was for her to suggest waiting.

"Yes, but I want to focus on my career." Bonnie countered, talking slowly, as if choosing her words carefully.

"Bonnie," I groaned "Nothing is going to change between us except that we'll be more an just girlfriends. You'll be my wife and I'll be yours. That's not going to interfere with your classes, or your career."

"But how are we going to pay for a wedding?" Before I could answer, she turned around and pointed a stern finger at me. "And don't you dare suggest we hold some cheap Las-Vegas-chapel wedding, Marceline Abadeer. If I'm going to marry you, I'm going to marry you properly. That means *both* of our families in attendance." I winced at her words

"It's going to take some time to convince my dad to show up Bon." I muttered, remembering our argument over the phone earlier that day. "I barely got his approval for asking you."

"Exactly, and it's going to take me some time before I find a stable job and not some dumb part-time work at Wal-Mart. Let's grow up a little more, Marcy. Take it slow, get what we need. Then we can start a family. " I sighed in defeat, knowing I wasn't going to be able to change her mind. Realization dawned over me, and my heart began pounding in my chest.

"Wait...family?" You mean like...like kids?" I asked, my voice shaky and uneven.

"Well...w-well I figured since we we're planning to spend the rest of our lives together...I mean...I do want children, Marceline." She replied, her own voice quavering like mine.

"I know, but...Glob Bon, how would we even go about it?"

"I don't know. Adoption? Donor insemination? Whatever we decide, I want it to be a decision saved for when we are older and wiser. You see, Marcy? We have to wait, at least until college ends."

"I guess your right..." I mumbled, hugging Bonnie closer. "But on one condition."

"What's that?"

"Wear the ring." I murmured into her neck, embarrassed with myself. I couldn't help but want her to wear it. The ruby represented so much to me. My feelings for her, her feelings for me, and the future we would both share. It bonded us, even if we decided to hold off the marriage.

She pulled away from me, turning around so that she sat cross-legged between my legs, facing me. Holding her ring, she smiled sweetly, incomparable to any other smile on the planet.

"I'm not sure if I'll ever take it off." She mused fondly. I couldn't contain the proud grin that spread my lips.

"Where did you even get the money for it?" She asked, her voice suddenly apprehensive. No doubt she thought I did something crazy like digging into her piggy bank, or selling the house.

"I didn't pay a cent for it." I stated proudly, my smile never wavering. Bonnie, on the other hand, looked more concerned than before.

"Marcy, I really love this. It's so beautiful but...if you acquired it through dubious means then I can't except-"

"It was my mother's." I stated, silencing her immediately. She looked up into my eyes in disbelief.

"Marceline?" She said, in an astounded whisper.

"A while ago, I agreed to take up dad's business." I explained. "In return, he owed me a huge favor. I always intended on using it to get mom's ring, but I wanted to wait. I didn't want to ask you to marry me and get turned down, ya know? Then I would have wasted my favor."

"Wait a minute." Bonnie demanded, looking aghast. "You mean to tell me you finally excepted your fathers demands...all so you could marry me?"

"Does that bother you?" I asked, fearful of her answer. Instead of lecturing me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"I never thought..." she whispered, as she laid her forehead atop mine. "That you would sacrifice so much for me." Her lips found their way back to mine once again.

"It was nothing," I began interrupted by another sweet kiss. "My dad doesn't plan on retiring until he's dead, so I have a while before I take over the trade." After another long, mesmerizing kiss, Bonnie pulled back. Smiling, she played with the ring on her finger.

"You don't know how much this means to me, Marcy. I'll never take it off." She purred.

"You'll have to," I said, smiling mischievously. Biting down lightly on her lower lip, I added "It'll get in the way." Bonnie laughed giddily as I pushed her gently onto her back, kissing her more thoroughly. As I pulled back, my breathing heavier than before, Bonnie stared at me intently. Not breaking her gaze, she slowly slid the ring off her finger.

"Even with this off," she whispered, placing the glistening gem on the bedside table gently. "I will still love." I smiled brightly, kissing her cherry red forehead. Leaning back, my loving smile was replaced with a cheeky smirk.

"And even with this off," I began , unbuttoning her shirt with a snicker. "I'll love you...over and over..." I whispered coyly, running kisses along her chest.

"How romantic."

"You know you love it."

Yep, so now it's done. Oh boy, this chapter was fluffy and corny. Also, yeah, to that one internet person who commented about making correction: thanks for reminding me. I type all this stuff out on my tablet, so my grammar can get pretty bad. I try to clean the chapters up as best as I can before I post them, but some of them I miss. I'm only human. With bad grammar. Anyways, thanks alot for reading this story! I'll probably maybe uncertainly might consider if I may or may not write another something something. In the mean time I'm going to eat some beans.

Word to yo mama.