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The one-eyed geek told him that he had watched a few episodes of a stupid show called The Proposal and countless YouTube videos before he could muster up Jean's perfect proposal. The Wolverine had scoffed at the bespectacled man, wondering for the millionth time what Jean saw in him. He didn't do sappy TV shows or YouTube.
The swamp rat told him that he had read a few books and even took a page out the fearless leader's book by indulging in a YouTube video or two and a pointless thing called Instagram before he too gave Rogue the proposal of her dreams. The Wolverine had looked at the devil eyed mutant like he was high on drugs. He was not going to get caught dead reading silly books and again, the Wolverine didn't do YouTube nor any Instagram crap.
Blue, after a long winded speech, had told him that he had taken a course about marriage and how to get there at the college where he was an adjunct professor before he popped the question to his beloved Cecelia. The Wolverine had wanted to gut himself to ease the torture of Hank's exhausting speech. He sure as hell wasn't going back to school. He was too old for that.
His teammates were no help in his opinion and he was still stuck at where he had been for the past three months…no damn clue on what to do and how to go about doing it. How did one go about creating the perfect proposal for the perfect woman? Not one damn thing in his long, colorful life had prepared him for this. Not even having the experience and knowledge of being married twice before. But both of those marriages didn't last very long and the proposals themselves, from what he remembered, had left much to be desired.
However, everything about this time at the rodeo was different for him. His life was very much different, with many of his enemies either neutralized or dead. He had recaptured his past and this relationship was the longest, most stable and loving one he had ever been a part of. Topping all that off was the undeniable fact that Ororo was no ordinary woman. There was no one else like her and would never be in his opinion. That much was evident upon their very first meeting and had only grew over the years as their relationship evolved into what it was now.
Logan spent many a days and nights since he had decided that marriage was definitely the end game for him and 'Ro, going over every single interaction and date they've ever had, hoping and begging for some clue as to how to go about popping the question in a way that was worthy of a Goddess. There was no question in his mind that Ororo deserved the best and perfection. Yes, his teammates would always scoffed at him whenever he would describe Ororo as perfection. They would all tell him that he was nuts because perfection didn't exist. But, the Wolverine would always get the last laugh when he smelled the jealousy coming off and caught the envious looks from his male counterparts.
His frustration was becoming evident. Literally thousands of interactions with the wind rider and he couldn't come up with the perfect way to officially make her his. As the days went by and he continued to agonize over the perfect proposal, some doubt had slowly crept in. Ororo was no stranger to proposals and marriage. That bionic fool Forge had broken her heart when he had proposed to her, then up and disappeared without waiting for her answer. Then there was that charismatic, sanctimonious prick of a King who had shattered her very soul by offering her all her heart's desires, only to renege and abuse her trust and heart once they were married. The Wolverine still had those two fools on his hit list. It was imperative they both know that he wasn't going to let it slide that they had hurt her.
He was there for her after both heart breaking events, offering her everything that he was and had to help her heal. He later realized that in helping her heal, she was helping him heal from all the tragedies of his past life. It was then he knew that the marriage thing was absolutely worth another shot. Especially, marriage to Ororo. After that decision, he soon realized that he was utterly incompetent in pulling off requesting her hand. It was easier said than done, that's for sure. That's when he sought the help of his teammates who were already engaged or in seeming wedded bliss. The Wolverine sure as hell wasn't going to take their lame suggestions to heart. But he wasn't the best at what he did for nothing and he was going to use that to his advantage.
Now here he was, two weeks later, sitting on the bench he had made from a fallen tree on the banks of the lake, wanting to gut himself at his complete ineptitude. Why was it so hard to come up with an idea for a proposal? It was like everything had failed him in his quest…his senses, his instincts, good old Chuck, his teammates and whatever brain cells he had left. He reached into the breast pocket of his polo shirt and pulled out the half stogie and the matchbook. Striking a match, he lit the stogie, stuffing it into his mouth. Even his vice had failed him. He had always been able to think clearly while taking in some nicotine, but no flamin' luck. Neither did the serenity of the nature he loved helped him out.
He wondered if maybe he was going about the whole thing the wrong way. He was thinking about it way too hard and he was seeking advice from others whose personalities and methods were definitely not in sync with the man he was. He didn't have the flair for the dramatic like Gambit. He sure as hell wasn't moralistic and had a stick up his ass like Scooter and he definitely wasn't a micromanager and nerd like Hank. What he was, was a man who had simple tastes and used action instead of words to get his point across. There had to be a way for him to get everything he felt for Ororo and wanted with her across in a proposal…one that would be remembered for the rest of her life and wipe out the misery of her previous two. The gears began grinding as ideas past through his hard head. He quickly dismissed them all. They were either too cliché or not good enough for his woman. He sighed loudly, before patting the small box secured in the front pocket of his threadbare jeans. He would do this. He would find the perfect way. He was the great Wolverine after all.