The strains of Sir Mix-a-Lot’s hit flowed from his back pocket as he knelt, looking up into her eyes, which had been slowly filling with happy tears. “You can do side bends or sit ups, but please don’t lose that butt!”
He’d been planning this moment for ages. It was supposed to be perfect. And now it was ruined. Dismay crept across his face.
But to his surprise, she laughed and wiped a sleeve across her face. She reached out and took the ring, slipping it onto her finger.
“Of course I’ll marry you,” she said with a smirk. “As long as you promise to change your ringtone.”
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