“Did I find what?”
Ink jumped up and rushed over. “No, she didn’t. Now, be quiet and go back to sleep.”
“What are y’all talking about?” I asked.
“The box,” Dice said. “In my pocket. Get it.”
“You’re wearing a gown. You don’t have pockets,” I told him.
“Not talking to you.”
“Later, man,” Ink said.
“No. Now.”
Ink sighed and started digging through the bag with Dice’s clothes and shoes. “Okay, I have the box. Now what?”
“You gotta do it.”
“Oh, hell no,” Ink said.
“I can’t,” Dice said.
Ink grumbled something that I couldn’t make out. “You’re doing the talking.”
“Deal,” Dice said, still with his eyes closed.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Ink said.
“Ready,” Dice said.
I watched in absolute shock as Ink produced a black velvet box and sank to one knee in front of me while Dice said, “Marry me.”
“Yes,” I said and covered my mouth with both hands to keep my excitement contained.
Dice snored in response.
“I knew that was going to happen,” Ink said and handed me the box while he got to his feet.
“You’re not going to put the ring on my finger?” I teased.
Ink snapped his fingers and pointed at me. “Not funny.”
“Oh, but it is,” Macy laughed and wiggled her phone. “And I got it all on video!”
“He was going to ask you tonight,” Ink said. “He had a whole thing planned, but then Tawny went into labor. Honestly, I thought that’s what was wrong with him this morning.”
“What do you mean?”
“He wanted to ask you before the baby got here,” he explained. “And I guess he did, but not in the way he wanted. But that’s what he gets for waiting until the last minute.”
“Do you think he’ll remember any of that?” I asked.
“He better,” Ink said. “I earned serious friend points.”
As it turned out, he did not remember and profusely apologized.
“It’s okay,” I told him. “You may not remember it, but I do, and we have a video.”