Tequilas POV
"Baby?" He laughs nervously and tears spring to my eyes.
"Really?" I whisper and he sighs, a soft smile grazing his lips. "For real this time? My heart- I-I can't believe this, is there a ring in this box? Of course, there's a ring in this box, but babe I have one already see?" I shove my hand in his face, tears streaming my face as I start sob-talking. "But if you bought me another one that's fine, my hand still feels light, the blue trunks really compliment your skin and your hair looks nice wet but I've told you that before. Yes, I will marry you again, and again if you asked me to but you probably won't ask again since we'll be official-"
He hugs me to his chest and that's when the real waterworks start.
Years and years of wanting to be enough, wanting to be somebody's wanting to be. . .?loved.
I'm overwhelmed by the flow of emotions as I cry wholeheartedly into his chest. A collective series of sighs take over as he rubs my back.