Ohhh would loooove to hear about mc! Nick proposing !!

carisi-dreams:

couple days after this

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Nick came back into your bedroom on heavy feet, still toweling off his hair with a towel as he crossed the room to your bed. You made a sympathetic noise at how tired he looked and beckoned him bed with open arms. He collapsed onto your lap with a groan as he tossed the towel to the side and you grimaced a little before concentrating on him as he adjusted so that his head was comfortable. He groaned again and kicked his legs out as he sought a more comfortable position to lay in and you soothed him with one hand to the top of his head and the other to his shoulder. You bent over to press a kiss to his forehead before smoothing his damp hair back away from his face.

“Rough day,” you said more than asked and Nick made a noise in agreement. “Heavy lies the crown,” you teased gently as you ran gentle fingers through his hair.

“It feels lighter when I’m with you,” he husked and you couldn’t keep the smile from your face at that.

“Must have been a good shower. When you first got to my apartment you could barely string three words together and now you find enough to be your usual charming self,” you reply lightly. Nick shifted again and caught your hand in his, stilling your movements as he turned on his stomach and propped himself up with his other arm.

“It’s the truth,” he insisted as he massaged your fingers. “Getting to come to you at the end of the day is the highlight.” You smiled softly at him and ruffled his hair again with your free hand before dropping it back down to his shoulder.

“You can always come here,” you assured him and he bit his cheek and studied your face before leaning forward to kiss you on the lips. You melted into the kiss and made a pleased noise as you braced yourself with a hand on his upper arm.

“Marry me,” Nick breathed as he broke the kiss. Your heart immediately started beating in overtime, but you forced yourself to remain calm.

“You know, it doesn’t count when you’re drunk or when you’re deliriously tired,” you pointed out in a light voice. Nick pulled back a little and the weight of his gaze on your face heated you up. He was still playing with the fingers of your left hand and you raised your eyebrows a little at him.

“I meant it then,” he said in a low voice. “I mean it now. I’ll mean it tomorrow. I meant it a month ago. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m, uh,” he paused to laugh at himself and glance down, “ridiculously in love with you. I’d do anything you asked without question if it meant you would be happy or safe. I want to marry you.”

“Nick…” you trailed off and he shifted so that he was sitting up straighter.

“I have a ring. In the pocket of my cut. I’ll get up and get it right now, if you want. I’m serious. Will you marry me?” he asked. There was an intensity in his gaze that hadn’t been there a few more prior when fatigue had weighed him down. He was seemingly wide awake now and you let yourself realize that he was being serious.

“Yes,” you said simply after another moment of silence.

“Really?” Nick breathed as an incredulous smile began to spread over his face. “You haven’t even seen the ring.”

“I don’t need to see the ring. I’d say yes even if there was no ring,” you told him as you cupped his face and smiled. “If you’re serious, then the answer is a million times yes.”