It was approaching our six-month anniversary and I had to pinch myself to believe I was this happy. Stroking Alex’s blonde hair, he was taking a nap since he’d been doing a high school visit all day. I guessed discussing his books with teenagers took a lot of energy.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come with me to the new gym? It might wake you up.”
But he only smiled lazily at me. I took that as a no.
When I entered the gym, I noticed the rack full of a familiar face.
On the cover of Man’s Magazine was a half naked Alex with the headline, “Why Alex Day is So Hot”.
Pulling it off the shelf, I read the article full of misinformation about his love life and his plans for the future. It was as if our relationship didn’t exist and he was free to date around, which the article hinted at. I realized his PR people were over this but I thought we’d discussed that he would try to downplay his public life.
When I got home, Alex had woken from his nap and was watching tv. Seeing the look on my face, he asked, “What’s the matter?”
“I read the Man’s Magazine article. How could you allow them to print such lies? Why didn’t you tell them you were in a monogamous relationship? It’s like you sold out. And to see you on the cover like that...” I had to stop myself or I would have said something I didn’t mean, I was so angry.
“Knight, I totally forgot about that article. I’d done the interview almost a year ago, otherwise I would have told them to kill it if I could. I’m sorry you’re upset. I’m not giving interviews anymore.”
I sighed. “Well, are there anymore bombs out there ready to be printed? I didn’t like getting surprised like that.”
He smiled, trying to calm me down. “I promise there aren’t any more articles that will be printed. And just to make sure, I’ll call my press agent tomorrow. Okay?”
Taking my hand, he caressed me. This did a lot to bleed out the upset feelings. I just couldn’t stand any reminders of how things used to be. Alex even went back to his natural hair color—not because I wanted him to but because he wished to forget our past without each other and move on together.
Nudging me, he said, “Are you still mad at me?”
I closed my eyes then opened them. “I guess not.”
“Then come here.” Pulling me to my feet, he wrapped his strong arms around me, giving me a deep warm kiss, sending shivers through my body. He never ceased to arouse me.
I knew I needed to do something to let the world know how much I loved this man.
Knight and I just fell into step with one another instantly. After six months, there was no talk of marriage, though, and I was fine with that. I understood we needed to take things a little slower although I was thirty-three now and figured if we didn’t start a family in the next few years, we’d be viewed as older parents. My mental health issues were all but nonexistent. I rarely had any bad dreams and no depression. It was amazing.
Mac and cheese bubbled on the stove. I’d decided to cook something quick so we could get out to the spice festival. I loved perusing the street art as well as listening to the buskers.
“Baby,” Knight said, coming up behind me. “We’ve got a change in plans tonight. It’s a formal event, so we need to get dressed soon.”
Putting my hands on my hips, I said, “Are you kidding? You know I hate formal crap. Can’t you say no to your corporate gurus? We were going to have fun tonight. God, it’s not like you haven’t been working late every night either.”
He slipped his arms around me and kissed my neck. “Do this for me, okay? I promise you’ll have fun.”
“When have I ever had fun at a formal event? Is it a wedding? For some CEO?”
“Baby, you just need to trust me. You’ll like it.”
“What if I don’t?”
Turning off the stove and ditching the mac and cheese, I resigned myself to a night of boring small talk and elaborate decorations.
Knight had my white suit laid out on the bed. “I don’t think that will look good when you’re wearing black, Knight. Could you get me my blue blazer, please?”
“Baby, just wear this. I think it sets off your beautiful eyes.”
Shaking my head, I decided not to argue. I had no clue why he’d choose my suit for me. He’d never done that before.
Dressed and ready, I smoothed Knight’s lapel. “You look so good, baby. Do we really have to go? I have better ideas on how to spend our night.”
He took my hand and said, “Maybe we can go on a vacation soon. Okay?”
I lurched my head back. “Really? You can take time off?”
Smiling, he said, “We’ll see.”
He glanced at us in the mirror and said, “Not a bad looking couple, huh?”
“I guess,” I said. “But I look all light and you look dark.”
“Yeah, like Day and Knight.”
I snorted. “Funny.”
Pulling up to a huge hotel, I knew it was a wedding. “Oh joy,” I moaned.
“The ceremony will be over in fifteen minutes and then you can eat at the reception. Just endure,” Knight assured me.
But instead of the place bustling with guests, no one was there.
Knight escorted me to the wedding arch. “What the heck is this, Knight? Are we early?”
He laughed. “Something like that.”
Taking my hands, he gazed into my eyes. My heart pounded, suddenly realizing what he was doing. “Alex Day, I’ve been waiting almost nine years for this.”
He dropped to one knee and asked, “Will you marry me? Right now? Without any more waiting? Please say yes.”
I covered my mouth in shock, nerves jolting through my body. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Knight and I were getting married.
Without wasting a second, I pulled him to his feet and said, “Yes, baby. Of course! My God. What took you so long?”
After saying our vows, we kissed, as two husbands together as one. Our family streamed into the room, cheering us on. It was a moment I would cherish for the rest of my life.
Author's note: I want to thank Jellysimwich for creating THIS POSE for two men proposing. It was perfect for them.