Brooke dipped down into her line of sight, thumbing away the errant drop of Anna’s emotions.“Yes, Darling. Absolutely.” She wondered if she should tell Anna about the ring.
“Brooke?” Anna whispered.
Brooke searched Anna’s eyes, a little worried now at how emotional Anna was.“Anna?”
Anna took a deep breath, steadying herself.“I was supposed to wait until dinner,” she let out the softest huff of a laugh. She shook her head.“I should have known I could never wait that long.”
Brooke frowned, confused.“Wait for dinner for what, Darling?”
“To ask.” Anna smiled, wiggling closer so that they were nearly nose to nose.
“Ask me what?” Brooke’s heart was racing.
Anna pressed the softest kiss to the corner of Brooke’s mouth.“Brooke Kent, I want to do this forever.”
That wasn’t a question, and Brooke’s heartbeat was absolutely not slowing down.“I do, too.” Her body responded automatically on her behalf. Brooke absolutely did not form those words preemptively. If anything, she might be going into shock.
“I want to come home to you every night, and wake up in your arms every morning. I want it all with you. Anything you want. Any movie you want to watch or TV show. A dog. A cat. Kids. A career change. Moving across the country to be closer to your favorite sports team. A midlife crisis involving a convertible. Anything and everything in between.”
Brooke felt her own eyes watering now. She nodded, feeling like she should respond in some way, but not entirely understanding how.
Anna had it far more together at the moment and was continuing quite confidently, despite a happy stream of tears.“I want to grow old with you. You’re going to be so cute when you’re all wrinkly and gray.”
A rough laugh escaped Brooke then, even a stray thought of them being old and wrinkly together was too cute to process.
“I really mean it, Brooke,” Anna whispered.
Brooke nodded.“I really do, too.”
“Will you marry me?” Anna asked, a nervous, radiant smile blooming.
“Yes,” Brooke confirmed, not hesitating for a second.
“Yes?” Anna asked, her voice a little louder.
Brooke laughed, the happiest, lightest laugh she had probably ever laughed in her entire life.“Yes.”
Anna squeaked and pulled Brooke in for a kiss that was far too filled with joy to be classified as passionate.“Oh shit, wait,” Anna said, breaking their kiss suddenly.“I have to get your ring. Hold please.” She pressed another chaste kiss to Brooke’s lips before she wiggled out of Brooke’s grasp and out of bed. She all but jogged across the hotel room, quickly digging through her suitcase.
“My ring?” Brooke asked. She felt like she might have whiplash. Anna had gotten her a ring? Anna was also bent over a suitcase right now. And Brooke had literally just finished making her orgasm. It was a lot to process and there was only so much Brooke could really intake at one time.
“Of course, Honey.” Anna threw a mischievous grin back, over her shoulder, giggling when she caught Brooke openly staring at her ass.“I love you,” she said, her voice melodic and joyful.
Brooke was still dumbfounded as Anna hopped back on the bed, settling on her knees in front of Brooke, holding a small black box.“I had Chris and Vivienne help me pick it out.”
“They knew?” Brooke was flabbergasted.
Anna beamed at her.“Of course, they’re your best friends. I needed their Brooke wisdom because other than your watch and the occasional necklace, you rarely wear jewelry.” Anna proudly wiggled the K signet ring that had never really left her pinky since their trip to England two years ago.“I commandeered one of your rings with no protest from you years ago because you hardly ever wore it. It didn’t really give me a lot to work with.” Anna wiggled happily.“Okay, I’m doing this properly now.” She leaned in and kissed Brooke, short and sweet.“Brooke Kent will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
She opened the ring box to reveal a ring that was truly perfect for Brooke. It was a channel set band with black metal separated by a row of diamonds. Brooke was actually speechless.
After a few seconds of Brooke sitting there with her mouth agape, Anna whispered,“you have to say yes again.”
Brooke blinked.“Right, yes. Yes, of course. Sorry, it’s just perfect.” Suddenly, she found herself having to wipe her own tears away.
Their hands both shook as Anna slid the ring onto Brooke’s ring finger. It fit perfectly, and it looked perfect there, like it should have been there all along. Every bit of her wanted to scream that she had a ring for Anna at home, but she wanted to wait. She’d let it be a surprise.
“For the record,” Anna said, unable to stop smiling.“I was supposed to ask you at dinner tonight.” She giggled a little.“Unless you want to tell all of our friends that you fucked me so good, I asked in an orgasm high, I think we should maybe stick to that story.”
