Marry me
She ignores it for quite a while and forces her mind to clamber back to deep slumber but the insistent pressure against her belly only strengthens with time. She has never been a pleasant riser and certainly not in the middle of the night.
However, she surprises herself when instead of letting her instinct take over by spouting the most profane adjectives sitting on the edge of her tongue she takes a deep breath, clenches the bedsheet tightly, flexes her toes, before exhaling the anger in a slow breath.
She had been desperately awaiting his touch for two months and it would take more than waking her at an ungodly hour for her to kick him out of the bed. Bastard.
"Hmm." she shifts slightly and leans deeper into his embrace.
"Marry me."
What surprises her isn't the words themselves but that they weren't posed as a question.
They had talked about it of course and found out early on they had very opposing beliefs' about the matter but ultimately her love for him had triumphed. She had been very upfront about her demands and there were only two, be practical because she had not affinity for materialistic stuff and secondly and more importantly, be very sure and that meant without a shred of doubt because though she did not believe in the institution of marriage, she respected it and wouldn't make a mockery of it because of their naiveite.
A smile came over her mouth. For him to not ask was his way of telling her he was certain.
She curled her hand atop his and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Okay."