I looked down at his face and touched his light scruff.
“I’m not putting you down until you tell me what that sigh was about.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I did not sigh, Nick!” I laughed.
“Oh yes, you did. You went ‘Hummm.’” He gave me a pointed look, but I just giggled at his impression of me.
“Waiting, Smol.”
I bit my lip. “It’s stupid.”
His eyebrows pinched together. “Nothing you say is stupid. Let’s hear it before my arms fall off… Although, nothing would make your dad happier.”
I rolled my eyes at that. “Okay, well…” I looked into his dancing eyes and wondered if I should really tell him…
“Waiting,” he teased.
“Okay, okay…” I relented. “I just always wanted to be married before I moved in with someone.”
He set me back down on my feet and sucked in his bottom lip.
“See, I told you it was stupid,” I pointed out.
“Not stupid, Smol.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. “Let’s go.”
“What? Where are we going?” I laughed.
“To get married, duh.” He said it like it should’ve been obvious.
My mind spun at that. He wasn’t serious… Was he…?
I felt my eyebrows knit together. “But… you didn’t even ask me…?” I said confusedly.
He pulled me up against his body and looked down at my face while brushing my hair behind my ears with his rough fingers.
“Savannah Grace Callahan. Will you make me the happiest guy alive and marry me tonight?”
I still kinda felt like he was joking… but his serious eyes told me otherwise.
I looked down at my clothes for a second, then back up at him. “But look at what I’m wearing…?” I cocked my head to the side.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not marrying clothes, babe,” he laughed. “I’m marrying you.” He lightly booped my nose. “Plus, if you only wore my hoodies for the rest of your life, I’d die a happy man. Ooh, and if you didn’t have a bra underneath,” he said with excited eyes, to which I playfully swatted his chest.
“So…” I could feel him bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Marry me?”
I stood on my tiptoes and giggled “yes” against his lips.
He pulled me through the doorway, and we ran into the dark, windy night to find a church to marry us…
After being turned away from multiple places, we almost gave up, but at the very last church we tried, an old minister agreed toit.
We stood there holding hands and smiling so hard at each other that our faces hurt as the minister said the words…
I wasn’t sure how legit our marriage was because it’s not like we went to the courthouse or anything… but as far as we both knew, we were husband and wife.
We stopped in a hole-in-the-wall bar after that, and Nick bought everyone there a round of shots. No one ever asked him for an ID or even second guessed giving him what he ordered because he got the star treatment for being one of the city’s hockey heroes.
We sat on the old, beat-up barstools and intertwined our arms to take our shot at the same time.
