Endlessly
Endlessly
Clint’s POV:
At 19, I swore I would never settle down. Now at 22, I am looking at rings, engagement rings. I decided that it was time to ask Bobbi to be my wife. Her father, Mr. Coulson, doesn’t approve of me because I have tattoos and most of my jeans are ripped. I know that I am what Bobbi wants, and I know for certain that I can’t live without her.
One look at the price tag and I knew I was in over my head. So tonight I took her out for pizza and I notice the 25 cent machine has rings. I know she probably dreams of gold rings but I still put that quarter in. I lower myself onto one knee and grab the cheap ring from the machine and look up at Bobbi who smiles.
“I know that it’s cheap, not like the gold in your dreams but I hope that you’ll still wear it. I know I’m not perfect, but I swear Bobbi, that I am perfect for you.” I take a deep breath and my hand is shaking. “There’s no guarantee that this will be easy. It’s not a miracle you need, believe me. I’m no angel, I’m just me and I will love you endlessly. So Bobbi please marry me?”
*Time Skip*
I yawn as I hold Bobbi’s hand rubbing my thumb over her plastic engagement ring. We walk up the drive to our first home. I know that Bobbi is looking at this as just temporary since it only has room for the two of us.
Bobbi has told me about her dream home on multiple occasions since we got married. It consists of three bedrooms not including the master and a huge kitchen. It will be the perfect place to start a family, but we are stuck with a run down place. So I have been pulling extra shifts and working longer hours as a way to save for our perfect home.
*Time Skip*
Today is our 50th wedding anniversary, and I had my children, Francis and Paisly, help me plan something special for their mama.
I decided to take her too this little retro pizza place down the road. At 72, we miss the old things in life that we spot as we walk in too find our table. I finally know how Steve feels when he goes to a museum, that lucky bastard and Nat are only looking about 45 now and that might just be from stress.
Bobbi and I have a nice meal and as we are paying for our ticket I spot a 25 cent ring machine. I put that quarter in and force myself down onto one shaky knee and I hold it up too her.
“I know that it’s cheap, not like the gold in your dreams, but I hope you’ll still wear it.” I smile as she starts to tear up. “I know it hasn’t been easy, and we are far from perfect, but we are perfect for each other after these past fifty years. I’m no angel, I’m just me, but darlin’ I will love you endlessly. Bobbi will you remarry me?”