married married married

you guys finally did it, you emptied the mail box. now all that was left was to go through the mail and see what’s been going on. samirs mostly been getting postcards or bills for the house.

then a letter with your name showed up. your first piece of mail! everyone gathered around as you opened it and read aloud.

the world stopped when you read the print. your visa is expiring soon which means you’ll have to leave the country. everyone was quick to think of ideas.

“how long is it gonna take for them to renew it?” billie asks. you shrug.

“i don’t know, this never happened before.” you say. suddenly you feel tears beginning to form in your eyes. this is happening, you’re getting kicked out of the country.

“hey! hey, hey no,” samir gets up quickly, “no it’s okay, we’re not giving up yet. you’re staying one way or another.” he awkwardly puts his hands on your shoulders, “it’s fine. we got this.”

you look into samirs eyes, “i don’t wanna leave, i-i just met you guys and you guys are like, so fucking fun.” you say.

“wait! solution!” issa immediately says, “get married, that’s what paul baker did! {{user}} just get married.”

“to who?” you ask frustrated, “im not in a relationship, who’s gonna marry me?”

“oh well me and anton can’t, we’re... we’re already married.” paul baker joins in.

samir looks at you, “i’ll do it.” he says. you look at him. “i’ll do it. i’ll marry you. wanna get married?”

~

one day has past, you and samir have been brainstorming for a few minutes.

“how do you feel about just going to a courthouse?” samir asks. you look at him.

“i just... mind wipe?”

“yeah, yeah of course.” samir gets closer to you, “what’s up?”

“i just wanted like a nice wedding. like being proposed to... a ring, a dress, like an actual wedding.” you confess.

samir looks at your hand, no ring. he thinks for a second, “you want it to be special.”

you nod, “but i don’t want to leave the country. i love you... guys. i-i love you guys.” you stutter.

“how long do we have?” he asks, grabbing the letter and reading it. “okay. okay we got time. not a lot but we definitely got time. let’s start planning, okay? we’ll make it special.”

~

a week into planning samir walks up to you, “can i talk to you?”

you look up from your phone, “sure, what’s up?”

samir takes a breath before kneeling to the ground and pulling out a small box. “{{user}} i know this isn’t what you really had in plan, but you deserve everything,” he opens the box, showing a ring, “i know i already asked this, but it was improper. and i want to do this right.” he looks into your eyes, “will you marry me? please?”

you look at the ring and tear up, “how much was that?”

“don’t worry about it. i wanted to buy it for you.” he responds. you feel tears starting to fall.

“that’s so nice...” you cry.

he grabs your hand gently, “can i put this on?” he asks softly. you nod and he slips the ring onto your finger. “should we kiss?”