Sí (part 2)
Ingrid wasn’t sure what she had expected.
Maybe something dramatic.
Maybe something chaotic.
Maybe a ridiculous grand gesture involving the entire team and some elaborate plan that would probably end in disaster.
What she hadn’t expected was for Mapi to do it while they were in bed.
Curled up together under the blankets, the night quiet except for the occasional sound of rain against the window.
Ingrid had only proposed a few weeks ago, and Mapi was still walking around like she couldn’t believe it had actually happened. She had spent an entire three days staring at her hand in awe, holding it up to the light, showing it off to literally anyone who would look.
And now, here they were, settled into their usual bedtime routine, Ingrid half-asleep, her fingers lazily tracing the tattoo on Mapi’s arm.
Mapi was unusually quiet.
Not that she didn’t have her quiet moments, but Ingrid could tell when she was thinking about something. She had that look -the one that meant she had a plan.
Ingrid hummed sleepily. “You’re thinking too hard.”
Mapi shifted slightly, pulling her arm out from under the blankets. Ingrid didn’t think much of it -until she felt Mapi’s fingers slip between hers, something cool brushing against her skin.
Ingrid blinked, confused, lifting her hand slightly.
There, on her finger, was a ring.
For a second, she just stared.
Then she looked at Mapi.
Mapi, who was grinning like she had just done the most normal thing in the world.
Ingrid blinked again. “Did you just-“
“Yes.”
“Did you-“ Ingrid sat up fully, holding her hand up to the light. “Did you just put a ring on my finger without asking?”
Mapi tilted her head. “Do you not like it?”
“That’s not the point!” Ingrid spluttered.
Mapi smirked. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Ingrid opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again. She looked at the ring.
It was perfect. A simple silver band with a small engraving on the inside that she hadn’t noticed at first. She tilted it slightly, squinting to make out the words.
Eres mi hogar.
You are my home.
Ingrid swallowed, her throat suddenly tight. “You picked this out?”
Mapi nodded, watching her carefully. “I spent hours choosing. Alexia wanted to kill me.”
Ingrid let out a breathless laugh. “Of course you dragged Alexia into this too.”
“Alexia knows you well. I needed opinions.”
Ingrid still couldn’t stop staring at it. She had spent weeks planning her proposal. She had rehearsed her speech over and over. She had made sure every detail was perfect. Mapi had simply taken her hand and slipped a ring on her finger. It was such a Mapi thing to do. So casual. So simple. So effortless. And yet, somehow, it was the most Mapi thing she could have possibly done.
Ingrid laughed, shaking her head as she wiped at her eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”
Mapi grinned. “You’re crying.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
Ingrid sniffled. “Shut up.”
Mapi kissed her forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment before pulling back. “Princesa,” she murmured, voice softer now. “Will you marry me?”
Ingrid exhaled a shaky breath, squeezing Mapi’s hand tightly.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Of course.”
Mapi smiled, brushing Ingrid’s hair back. “Good.”
Ingrid let out another laugh, leaning forward to press her forehead against Mapi’s. “You really just put a ring on my finger and hoped for the best.”
“I knew you’d say yes.”
“You didn’t even ask first.”
Mapi shrugged. “Why waste time?”
Ingrid shook her head fondly. “I love you.”
Mapi kissed her again, her hand resting over Ingrid’s where the ring now sat. “I love you more.”