//------------------------------// // Proposal Day // Story: Guardian Angel // by BloodSweatAndTea //------------------------------// I spent several hours thinking that night. Thinking about what I was about to do. I love her, more than anything, but I wanted to think it over. Consider what I was doing. We've been together three years now. Never once had she lied or hurt me, and it's a thing that I've always noticed. I've always been sure that if I'd ever get married, it'd be to Snow, because she is always so honest. So every time she tells me that she loves me, I know that she does. And I know that I love her, too. Everyday, I think of her. Every time she cries, I want to cry for her. I would kill if I was told it would make her happy. So, I definitely want to marry her. So I guess I have to plan out how I'm going to do it. I'll still take her to that fancy restaurant, but I won't ask her there. She'd much prefer it in her own home, comfortable and herself. And then... Well, let fate decide. With the weight off my chest, I bring myself closer to Snow and wrap my foreleg around her. I hope she knows how much I love her. ~*~ I love Saturdays. One of the two days that I don't have to wake up to the incessant meeping of the alarm clock, or in some, more rare, cases, Snow trying to turn it off because she always forgets it's on a timer. There was only one thing I resented, and that was that I would only see Snow on an evening. She works up in London for some big company, Major Products, but she only gets one of the shitty office jobs. Neither of us are to sure what they do up there that's so major, but it has to earn them a lot, because she gets paid a lot more than any other office workers would. Not that we're complaining. When she finally arrives home, she's just as expected; tired and stressed. She flops down on the sofa next to me, and I start gently massaging her shoulders. "You know me too well." She says, relaxing. I gently wrap my forelegs around her waist. "What would you say to going out one last time for me?" I say, slowly wrapping my hooves tighter around her waist. "Depends what for." She answers. "Dinner, maybe?" She looks up at me with a very familiar smile. “I’d love that, Giggle.” She says in a soft tone, “Only if you’re paying, of course.” She jokes. “Don’t I always?" I say in the same joking tone Snow had used. Snow gets up from my embrace and begins to walk towards the staircase. She quickly glances at me. “Oh, Giggle, I think the post got here, would you check please?” She asks, heading up the stairs, giving me little time to reply. I just shrugged and went outside to the postbox. As I expected, a small bundle of envelopes sat inside the small box. I pulled them out and walked back towards the house. Once I got to the coffee table in the living room I looked over the envelopes. “Bills, bills, ads, ads, coupons, coupons, cou-, what’s this?” I asked myself. It was a small envelope with the name of Snow’s work printed on the front. I opened it and pulled out the small paper. I read the paper. Every word I read made me more and more ecstatic and excited.  “Snow! Snow, get down here!” I admit that when I get excited, I sound more angry. “Oh, Christ, what did I do this time?!" She yelled, nearly tumbling down the stairs. Her mane was wet and slightly sudsy, so I was to assume that she was in the shower. Do you ever have one of those moments where you want to make a joke, but you know that you could get in trouble for it, but you do it any way?  I was having that moment there. I had to do this one. “Hey, Snow… You know your job?” “Yes…? Why…?” She replied, sounding more curious. “You were fired.” I said, using my more concerned tone. Thank you, acting class! “What?! Why!? I can’t be fired! I don’t even- how could thi- why would-?” Okay, time to end the joke, she was obviously getting more nervous and hysterical on account of the tears welling up in her eyes. I did feel bad… But I was too busy laughing to myself. “Snow! Snow, it’s okay! I was just kidding! I’m kidding, Snow, it was a joke!” I said, trying to reassure her. Obviously, she wasn’t the happiest camper. She slowly walked towards me with an angry and very disappointed face. “Hey, hey! Before you commit some act of violence and we need the cops to solve this, let me just tell you the good news Snow!” Luckily this got her attention, and she stopped her rage moment to listen. “This better be good, Gigglebox!”  Oh, crap, she’s pissed now. We never use full names, only when we’re angry at each other, and that anger needs to be skyrocketing. That, and she still looks like she could eat my soul if I put a hoof out of line. I lifted the letter to my sight of view and began to read. “Dear Snowflake, we have recently received a business deal with the well known Equestrian company, Equestrian Future Inc. The CEO and Co-founder Techie Hoof has made a business proposition to have our businesses collaborate, and in turn, your paycheck will be raised from 11.50 pounds per hour to 20.00 pounds per hour.” From what I could tell, her face turned from very angry to very surprised and excited. “So? You still mad, or what?” I asked. “I think I’ll pay for dinner this time, poor boy.” She replied jokingly. I looked at her with a confused face. “I am not poor! I earn 1,875 bits a month for what I do!” I replied defensively. “It’s simple maths, Giggle. You make 15 pounds an hour. I’ll be making 20.00 bits an hour. Think about it.” I stood there looking like an idiot when I realized that she made a large amount more than me. I realized that I needed a promotion! So finally, after a while of getting ready and getting shined up for the night, we finally headed out to the restaurant. When we got there, it was a very high classed establishment called 'Das Essen'. A German place. I was expecting an Italian place, or at least a French place, but a German place? Very obscure, if you ask me. So when we got to the front of the line, I learned that my work buddy actually helped make reservations for us. Fantastic! Now I have to take money out of my small paycheck to pay back this fella!  We got to our seats and just took in the moment. I didn’t know what she was feeling at the moment, but I was feeling like a thousand little butterflies are fighting in my stomach.  But there was one thing I knew, and that was that she looked gorgeous. Snow never just dumped a load of slap on her face, and for that I was grateful, because it only covered up her actual beauty, and, in my opinion, she definitely had enough to go around. We eventually finished our food and went home. What had used to be a thousand little butterflies had multiplied into millions. I was only edging nearer to the time I'd have to ask her... I could just not do it. It's not like she'd know any different, right? No. I promised myself I would, and I'm going to. She sits next to me on the sofa and starts wrapping her wings around me, laying her head on my shoulder. I wrap my own forelegs around her body. "Thank you, Giggle. " she says, nuzzling into me ever so slightly. "Don't mention it, Snow." I say, stroking the ends of her mane, "Don't mention it at all." I never noticed how smooth and silky her hair is. I could honestly just sit here all night, just running my hoof over her mane. "Snow, do you know how much I love you? I can't even put it into words. You're worth more to me than anything. The stars, the sun, the sky... not even a hundredth of what you mean to me. You're my angel, Snow. A piece of Heaven." She looks up at me with those wonderful, crystal-y blue eyes. "Snow, I want to make that mine. Snow... will... will you marry me?" It felt like a millennium before she answered. A very painful one, at that. "Yes... Yes, Giggle, just... Yes!" She throws her forelegs around my neck, nuzzling into my chest. Words really can't describe how happy I am to hear her say that. I gently tilt her head upwards, and kiss her beautifully soft lips. I'm blessed to have her. ~*~ I lie in bed, next to the sleeping body of my fiancée. Fiancée... I say it over in my head a few times. I could definitely get used to all this French. I say it quietly out loud, making my voice go deep and husky. My God, that is sexy. Now I just need- "What the hell are you doing?" Damn it! Why does she have to be such a light sleeper? "Um... practising?" She just laughs, puts her foreleg over me and goes back to sleep. But I think I'll keep the French to a minimum now.