"Madisyn, do you want kids?"
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"Um, yea. I want kids." I smile, flopping down on my bed. I close my eyes, hearing Michael shuffle around in my room.

"How many?" He asks, still looking around my room. I stare at the back of my eye lids, craving sleep.

"Three. One girl and two boys." I smile, thinking about how good Michael would be as a father.

"I want the girl to be the middle child."

"What?! No way! Girl's the youngest." I argue.

"Bitch! No, so the older boys can beat up anybody who breaks her heart. with my help of course." He giggles.

"Yea, you're right." I roll over with my eyes still shut, hearing Michael clear his throat. He does it again, louder this time. "What?" I huff, tiredly. He does it again, more annoyed.

"Fucking bitch ass idiot!" He shrieks. Then clearing his throat one more time. I sit up, my eyes widen, and tears already start to stream down my face.

"Michael." I coo. "When did you get it?"

"Well, when we broke out of the hospital, we stayed in a parking lot one night. I walked home, took my dad's credit card, went to Kay Jewelers, and bought it. I put the credit card back. I was gonna do it New Orleans when Maria got better. Then you left. Madisyn, I love you, and I'll never stop. Fucking cheesy cunt!" He groans. "You're my cure." He rambles on.

"Michael, I-I don't know what to say. I mean, you're proposing to me." I bite my lip.

"Madisyn Beer, will you marry me?" His own eyes turn glassy with tears.

"Michael Clifford, I do. I mean, um-" He laughs. "Yes." I blush.

"Soon you'll say I do. And so will I." He stands up putting the ring on my finger just for it to fall off. "Um?" He questions the ring, and I burst into laughter.

"The ring is to big, Mikey." I caress his cheek after he picks up the ring.

"Shit! No, no, no. It can't be!" He curses, worrying.

"Don't worry. We'll get it resized." I reassure him.

"You can do that?" He knits his eyebrows together. I nod, softly chuckling. I take the ring from him, kissing his cheek.

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"Mom!" I yell, as soon as I see Michael get in the taxi to get some food.


"Yes honey?" She doesn't look up from her newspaper.

"Mom!" I yell again, shaking her. She looks up, and I flash the loose ring. She laughs. I frown.

"You think I'm gonna let you get married at this age."

"What?! Mom we... we love each other!" I yell, smacking her newspaper out of her hands.

"Honey, I'm joking." She stands up, following me into my room.

"Mom, I hate your guts." She laughs, soon I join along.

"Michael came to me asking for permission. He was worried that I didn't like him cause of his Tourette's, and was worried cause he thought that'd I think you were too young." She kisses my cheek.

"Thanks mom." I smile, hugging her.

"My baby girl's getting married." She sobs.

Notes

Sorry this is so short.... Next chapter will be the epilogue. LOVE YOU GUYS