After an amazing night, we eventually made it home. The whole journey back I couldn't help but think about what Dale had said. ‘Working on it’. What does that really mean? Is he planning on proposing? How long am I going to have to wait for him to pop the question? Or was he only saying that as a joke in front of the others?
God all these thoughts running through my head is giving me a headache. I must have groaned out loud as Dale is looking at me funny.
“You ok baby?” he asks as he leans over to take my hand. The driver whistling away not paying attention to what we are saying or doing.
“Yes, just tired and getting a headache” I tell him as I lean on his shoulder.
“We will be home soon, and you can head straight to bed” he kissed my hair and hugged me closer to him.
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