"Emmett, you're a wreck," Cassidy told him as she shoveled her last large bite of salad into her mouth.
"I know," he said distantly. His head swam, and the nerves that he had anticipated were already coming on full-force.
"Sweetie, we both know that you're probably not going to be disappointed by the outcome."
"I'm nervous, Cass. We haven't even . . . all the way . . ."
"And look, he's still around, isn't he?" Cassidy asked rhetorically. "I think it's cute, actually," she went on, "that you want him to be the first to see the ring, besides me, of course."
"I'm glad it meets your approval," Emmett shot back.
"Aha! Finally the sarcasm I've been waiting for emerges," she said as the waitress took their plates. Emmett had hardly touched his salad.
"Em, do me a favor," Cassidy said, leaning in. "Take a few deep breaths and try to relax a little. Everything will be okay."
"Cass, you don't understa--"
"You love him, right?"
"What?"
"You love him, right?" she repeated.
"With everything in me."
"Well, okay. And he loves you, more than you or I know. So wait! What's the problem? Oh, there really isn't one!" Cassidy exclaimed.
"Cass, lower your voice," Emmett said.
"Yeah, yeah," Cassidy giggled.
"Thank you for all your help in this, Cass. I couldn't have done it without you."
"Hey, Em, that's what I'm here for."
Emmett paid the bill, setting the money in the tray and finding peppermint candy. He put one in his mouth, and he and Cassidy walked out the door.
--
Emmett put on a nice shirt and what he knew to be Gavin's favorite jeans on before he started making dinner. Cassidy helped, and by the time they were done, the entire apartment smelled heavenly. Cassidy left once everything was prepared, and everything was staying warm in the oven. Emmett paced around the apartment for a while, checked his pocket one more time, and sat on the counter and took a deep breath.
Gavin walked in a few minutes later to find Emmett still sitting on the counter. He looked comparable to a lost puppy, with a look of nervousness thrown in. Gavin saw the place settings on the counter and inhaled, touched by Emmett's generosity.
"Mmm. Home smells so much better than the restaurant," Gavin said. Emmett heard the smile in his voice and was moved that Gavin called the apartment "home" more and more.
Gavin walked over and wrapped his arms around Emmett, giving him a short kiss.
"I missed you," Gavin said, the smile still playing on his face.
"I missed you, too," Emmett replied softly. They kissed again, this time a little longer.
"So, what's cooking?"
"Cassidy helped, since I can't use knives all that well . . ." Emmett stammered, trying to process what Gavin had just asked.
"That wasn't the question," Gavin laughed. He saw the marked stress on Emmett's face, making his own smile disappear. "Why don't we start with what's in the oven staying warm, and then make our way to what's wrong."
"Chicken with a lemon-herb sauce, steamed broccoli, seasoned potatoes: all my recipes."
"Yes, my man does have really good taste, even if simple," Gavin said, resting his head on Emmett's shoulder.
"Yeah, being blind does that to your taste," Emmett said softly.
"Why so quiet today?" Gavin asked. He pulled Emmett even closer. "I can think of something we could do that would make you get really loud."
Emmett stopped Gavin's kiss by putting his hands on Gavin's shoulders, holding him back. Gavin was alarmed.
"Emmett, what's wrong? You look like you're about to get sick."
"Gavin, you know I love you, right?" Emmett asked. Gavin felt his stomach drop.
"Yes," Gavin said, kissing Emmett, trying to ignore his stomach's flip-flopping. "I'm afraid of where you're going with that question, but I have to tell you: I'm addicted to your lips." He kissed Emmett again, slowly and deliberately. When they finally parted, both were speechless and Gavin stared into Emmett's eyes.
"I love you, Gavin," Emmett breathed.
"I know, and I love you," Gavin whispered back.
"Gavin, I didn't prepare a little speech or anything like that because I thought the words would just come to me, and I'd say what I mean. I should've known better, though, because once again, you've left me completely speechless. I love you, Gavin, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and only you. I want to be yours and you to be mine." Emmett paused, taking a deep breath while digging the box out of his pocket and opening it. "Gavin Adams, will you spend the rest of your life as my husband? Or let me spend the rest of my life as your husband? Both? Crap."
Gavin looked into Emmett's eyes again and saw, through the frustration with himself, an everlasting love. He couldn't move his mouth or lips or tongue, making it impossible to speak. Doubt and fear fell over Emmett's face from the unexpected silence.
"Oh, Gav, I'm sorry. This is too much right now, isn't it?" Emmett choked, on the verge of tears. He misunderstood the silence.
"No, no, Emmett . . . I mean, yes, I will . . . oh, I can't talk either," Gavin said, pulling Emmett off the counter and to his feet. The two kissed with a passion that only the fewest lovers know. Gavin pulled Emmett into a tight embrace.
"I would love to be your husband, Emmett. Always and forever, love."
Emmett rested his head on Gavin's shoulder in relief. They stood there, in the middle of the kitchen, holding each other, feeling the heat pass between their bodies.
"Now," Gavin interrupted, backing away, "let's see those rings."
Emmett felt Gavin take the box from his hands, heard him open it, heard the hitch in Gavin's breathing, but nothing after that. More dreaded silence.
"Emmett, how did you know?" Gavin whispered hoarsely.
"That doesn't matter," Emmett said. "They're ours. I wish I could see them."
"Emmett, Cassidy suggested these, didn't she?"
"Gavin, if you don't like them, we can take--"
"Emmett," Gavin interrupted, grabbing Emmett's shoulders in his hands and looking down into Emmett's eyes, "I love them. I wouldn't trade mine for the world."
"To answer, yes, Cassidy helped me. She mentioned that when she got her necklace fixed in that shop three years ago, you mentioned this ring. She told me it was very specific, and that it had a significance, but I don't need to know that. It will be yours."
Gavin looked on the inside of the band and one had
Gavin
inscribed on it, and the other,
Emmett
. As if reading his mind, Emmett started speaking.
"My name is on the inside of your band," Emmett told him. Gavin had never felt the emotion he felt in that moment: a mix of love, happiness, and the best part--loved.
"Emmett . . . I don't know what to say--"