I slept fitfully until about 9 o’clock, I don’t really know what time I went to sleep last night. I attempt to sit up but my head is pounding and I feel slightly sick, I reach across the bed but it is empty. Rory is elsewhere, I grope around for my phone and manage to dial his number.
                “Hello,” I manage to croak out, “Where are you?” I say, hoping he is close to hand.
                “I’m in the kitchen. Why?”
                “Because my head is killing and I need a paracetamol but I can hardly sit up let alone walk downstairs to find one”
                “So you thought you’d rind me to ask me to find these things for you?”
                “Yes. Sad, but I can’t move”
                “Right then, give me a few minutes and I will have those items at your side”
                “Thank You” I say, hanging up and flopping back onto the pillow.
                Within minutes Rory has entered the room with a glass, brandishing it in my face encouraging me to drink. Within minutes of drinking the water, I feel slightly more human, only just though. Rory must be feeling my pain, something is wrong with him today, he looks slightly nervous.
                “Hey babe, whats wrong? You look knotted up”
                “Oh, do I? I just think last night is coming back to haunt me. Plus I was up for a while with you as well”
                “Me?” I say, a bit shocked if I’m honest, “Why were you up with me?”
                “Because love, after you went to sleep you woke up mumbling something about being sick, so I jumped out of bed and carried you to the bathroom and held your hair back whilst you were sick. Then carried you back to bed and watched you sleep for a while to make sure that you weren’t going to be sick again.”
                “Oh, God,” I mutter, I can feel my cheeks blushing, “I’m sorry you had to see me like that”
                “It’s fine. I don’t mind, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to choke on your own sick. But even when you had your head over the toilet, you were still cute and adorable in your own little way. Anyway, you drink up and make yourself human again. If you want to have a little sleep, do so, I’ll be waiting because I’ve got something to show you”
                I drift off into an alcohol fuelled slumber, thankful for the paracetamol I have consumed. I must sleep for along than intended as when I wake Rory is next to me, just watching to make sure I’m not on the verge of puking.
                “How long have I been asleep?” I ask blearily, “Hope I haven’t disrupted that thing you wanted to show me?”
                “You’ve slept for a long time. And no, you haven’t but get in the shower and get dressed because it wont wait forever,” he says with a serious look on his face. I stumble out of bed and into the shower, the feeling of nausea has gone but in its place, a stinking headache. I spend a long time in the shower, making myself more human, with every minute that passes I feel ten per cent better. I ponder what Rory has in order but my brain cannot really cope with this amount of thought, so I leave the shower and get changed. Rory must have gone back downstairs to perfect whatever he has in store for me. I look at the clock, its nearly midday, so maybe he has some food organised for me. I walk downstairs and into my small kitchen, Rory is sat at my small table, I look around, filled with food and decorations and Rory has a massive grin on his face. I try and rack my brain to make sure I have not forgotten any anniversary, I haven’t, I smile back at Rory and take my place opposite him.
                “What’s this all about?” I question Rory; I notice he has still got this massive grin on his face.
                “You’ll just have to wait and see!” he said offering me a glass of orange juice. I accept and take a sip, my face changes rapidly, orange juice always tastes vile after brushing your teeth, “That better?” I nod, unsure on what is going to happen next.
            “Right, Jen, this is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” I nod, willing him to carry on, “I love you more than life itself and never want to leave you. It kills me when I leave to go home which is one of the reasons I asked you to move in with me.” I take hold of his hand because it is shaking violently. Bless him, he is very nervous, “Because you are moving in with me I thought it would be only right if we took the next step.” He gets off his chair and kneels on the floor, my eyes are filling with tears. I physically cannot believe he is doing this.
              “Jen. I love you. Will you do me the great honour of marrying me?” he says as he opens the little box which he has a death grip on. the ring is beautiful, a silver band with one large diamond and a medley of smaller diamonds as well as amethysts. He looks at me with his big blue eyes, eager for my answer.
              “Yes!” I manage to stutter out as I am overcome with emotion. I launch myself towards Rory and we both shed tears whilst holding each other.  

The End

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