No More Day Dreaming (DreamNotFound)

Forever and More

I'm not big into putting labels on most things, but if I had to choose my love language, it's probably touch. The one thing George and I do most is just siding and cuddling. We'll sometimes just curl up on the couch, in bed, or even the theatre and spend a while like that, usually accompanied by TV for some noise.

That's exactly what we were doing one morning on our bed. George was still asleep from a late-night class the night before; while it didn't keep him up longer than when we would usually sleep (in fact, it ended a couple hours before), he exerted more brainpower than usual that time of night, so he often slept in on the days after.

I, on the other hand, had just crawled into bed with him after a quick walk to collect my thoughts. And now, as I was gripping him tightly, I saw his sleeping face and smiled, because tonight, I was going to propose to him.

I had picked out a ring a few days earlier, and before that, I seized the opportunity to get his parents' go-ahead while George was in nighttime online class upstairs. I mean, I completely expected them to be supportive (which they were 100%), but I figured that it was a courtesy that they had earned. And since Nick was in earshot of the phone call, he knew and also supported it. Everyone else, even my dad and sister, was still in the dark.

Despite everything being on my side, I still became nervous when I looked a down at his sleeping face. What if he thought I was coming off too strong or early? What if he was still unsure? Then again, Nick said it best that night when iterated those worries to him.

"Clay, dude, bestie," he said, making me crack a small smile through my frown. "George has been devoted to you for the past 6 and a half years just as much as you've been to him. And that's saying a lot when you consider that you moved across the Atlantic for 4 years just to live with him. He's probably too nervous to ask you himself, in all honesty."

"That's why you're being the minister at our wedding," I chuckled.

"Please, you I can't do that. Now go get your man a ring."

Sharing a house made hiding the ring a bit difficult at first, but Nick suggested hiding it in the shorts I was going to be wearing today, meaning that it was now in my pocket as I laid in bed. In short, everything was ready to go.

George made a dry noise in the back of his throat and cuddled in closer to me. I stroked his hair, admiring how it appeared almost chestnut in the morning glow.

"Morning, sleepyhead," I smiled. "How'd you sleep?"

After several minutes of sweet talk and cuddling, George finally got up and got dressed. By then, it was nearly lunch, so I prepared some sandwiches for us and sat down beside him.

Following the short lunch, we spent a couple of hours editing the video we had recently recorded. And by editing,
I mean George sat on my lap while I attempted to edit. I didn't mind, especially considering what was going to happen later today.

I made a decent amount of progress despite the distraction, and by the time it was time for us to go out, I only needed some music and a few other touch ups. But I wasn't worrying about that anymore; I was worrying about the ring in my back pocket. And as George was dressing, Nick gave me a mini pep talk.

"You still gonna propose tonight?" he asked, voice low.

"Yeah." I pat my back pocket nervously.

"You got this. He's gonna be so happy."

"Thanks," I mumbled nervously.