>>149956902 >Ever since you've helped Mayberry at her lowest. >(Stuck deciding doing the unthinkable. Killing herself or kill her husband and his mistress, either by her own hands or by hitmen) >She's been in constant contact with you then she asked to meet up for coffee one day. >One meet up turned into two then it became a weekly occurrence then it became almost daily. >Whenever you two got off work, you'd meet up, whether at her place or yours and enjoy each others company. >You offered to take her on a tropical cruise one summers day, she happily and excitedly agreed. >You didn't just ask her this out of the blue, you'd plan this. You were going to ask her the most important question. >Day two into the cruise you take her out to the bow of the ship under the guise of seeing the sun set over the water >As you two take in the view, that's when you turn to her. Your heart is racing and pounding. >Her eyes widened and she covers her mouth as you get on one knee and pull out a small box from your pocket. "Mayberry, will you marry me?". >She's frozen and her eyes unwavering on you. >Your mind goes wild with questions, did you fuck up, did you pick a bad time to ask but before your mind can go into the void of self-doubt and fear. >"Yes!" Mayberry has the widest smile you've seen on her. Her eyes are completely swamped in tears. >You place the ring on her finger, both yours and Mayberry's hands are shaking. >Before you can get back up on your two feet she tackles in you with a hug an a smooch. >You can hear the cheers and claps from other passengers as she continues to embrace you. >It's been several months since then. You now have a child on the way. >Mayberry's smile still hasn't left her face. >It's the best thing about waking up in the morning.
