Post by deacon reid rudman on May 22, 2012 14:04:53 GMT -5
"Maybe I don't need an excuse to drag you to the park." Deacon said, squeezing Connor's hand. He watched Bandit bounce along in front of them, stopping occasionally to pick a flower. She would look up and hand it to Thatcher, who had her other hand. He smiled and took it, leaning down to pick her up.
"You're such a pretty princess." He told her, and she giggled, throwing her arms around his neck. She waved back at Deacon and Connor, and Deacon waved back at her.
"Hey baby." He said, reaching over to poke her nose. She giggled, hiding her face in Thatcher's neck. Deacon wrinked his nose, then leaned over to kiss Connor's cheek. "Me and Thatcher found this place a couple days ago when we brought Bandit to the park." Deacon said, gently pulling Connor through a narrow weaving path. But at the end of it was an old gazebo, almost frozen in time with it's climbing ivy and rose bushes.
"Pretty, isn't it?" He asked, blowing a bubble with his gum before he sucked it back into his mouth. He pulled Connor up the steps, leaning over to kiss him gently. "I'm sorry for everything mean I ever said.." He whispered, reaching his hand up to gently stroke Connor's cheek. "And I'm sorry for every mistake I made, and every promise I couldn't keep. I'm sorry I didn't understand that you're sick. And I'm so.. so sorry I don't know a way to make you immortal.." He kissed his cheek gently, his other hand slowly running up and down his back. "But most of all, I'm sorry I threw your ring." He reached down and carefully slipped it off of Connor's finger, slipping it into his pocket. Then he got down on one knee, pulling a new ring out of his other pocket. He bit his lip, looking up at Connor. He couldn't remember a time he was ever so nervous. 'Go big or go home, Rudman.' He thought. If Connor didn't have long left, the least he deserved was a proper proposal.
"So I went and got you a new one.. One I'm only going to take off to put it back on on our wedding day. So.. Will you marry me?" He asked, his green eyes watching Connor.
"You're such a pretty princess." He told her, and she giggled, throwing her arms around his neck. She waved back at Deacon and Connor, and Deacon waved back at her.
"Hey baby." He said, reaching over to poke her nose. She giggled, hiding her face in Thatcher's neck. Deacon wrinked his nose, then leaned over to kiss Connor's cheek. "Me and Thatcher found this place a couple days ago when we brought Bandit to the park." Deacon said, gently pulling Connor through a narrow weaving path. But at the end of it was an old gazebo, almost frozen in time with it's climbing ivy and rose bushes.
"Pretty, isn't it?" He asked, blowing a bubble with his gum before he sucked it back into his mouth. He pulled Connor up the steps, leaning over to kiss him gently. "I'm sorry for everything mean I ever said.." He whispered, reaching his hand up to gently stroke Connor's cheek. "And I'm sorry for every mistake I made, and every promise I couldn't keep. I'm sorry I didn't understand that you're sick. And I'm so.. so sorry I don't know a way to make you immortal.." He kissed his cheek gently, his other hand slowly running up and down his back. "But most of all, I'm sorry I threw your ring." He reached down and carefully slipped it off of Connor's finger, slipping it into his pocket. Then he got down on one knee, pulling a new ring out of his other pocket. He bit his lip, looking up at Connor. He couldn't remember a time he was ever so nervous. 'Go big or go home, Rudman.' He thought. If Connor didn't have long left, the least he deserved was a proper proposal.
"So I went and got you a new one.. One I'm only going to take off to put it back on on our wedding day. So.. Will you marry me?" He asked, his green eyes watching Connor.