Dr. Sara Johnson had never felt comfortable anywhere before, but as she curled up on the couch of her longtime friend and now the love of her life, she finally felt like she was at home. Three weeks ago, before he had reentered her life, she didn’t know what home felt like. Now she did.
They had come back the day after her grandmother’s and his foster mother’s funeral. Life had settled into a domestic peace as they moved things around in his house to accommodate her things that were now in the garage. They had painted three of the rooms, and she had placed pictures on the walls of them when they were much younger. Everything had fit perfectly. Today was no exception. After he had come home from work and found her curled up on the couch after dealing with the movers, he did everything he could to make the rest of her night better by doing whatever she wanted.
She knew he still had work to do, but he was so attentive to her; it was distracting to both of them. He was her best friend, her oldest friend, and now her lover. He had proposed two weeks ago and had never said anything again about it. She was thinking of how she wanted their wedding to be, but she could not actually picture anything more than him and her. Her childhood fantasy was a reality, but she couldn’t think anymore on it.
He, on the other hand, was slowly quietly chomping at the bit. He never once said anything about any of the things she wanted done in the house. In a way, it was his dreams to make this house, his house, hers as well. He would whisk her off to the courthouse the next day if she said it was okay. He wanted nothing more to make her his and end the last part of their separate lives. This was them. Now.
He tried his hardest to let her find her feet. He now saw his life as how it should be. The guys at the office also saw a huge change in him. He was looser on the training, he was nicer to students, and he laughed now. In the ten years, they knew him he had never done any of that before. He had not told them that he had asked her to marry him yet as he didn’t want to have another intervention as they had tried three weeks ago. Mitsuhide Akechi was finally the man he was supposed to be, and that was a hundred percent completely hers.
Life was good for both of them as they settled into this new life. She had to report for duty in a week. She wasn’t looking forward to going back and some debate now thanks to the gift her grandmother left her she really didn’t have to go back if she didn’t want too. She was not the type of person who could not work. She had to do something. Otherwise, her overactive brain would explode or cause her to have a meltdown. She was thinking of reinventing her job, though. She could probably ask for the world, and her bosses would try their hardest to give it to her. She wanted to be home every night now. Home had been a distant concept to her for so long. Happiness, true happiness was now at her fingertips she was now grasping for it and would grab it and hold on for dear life.
“Mitsuhide?” she asked.
“What, my love?” he asked over his shoulder from the computer desk he had placed in the corner that overlooked her office.
“What would you say if I changed my job?” she asked.
“Sara, what?” he asked as he turned in his seat to gaze fully at her.
“I was thinking I really don’t want the long hours anymore,” she said. “I think I would like to have my nights free and not caged in the office space until god knows when anymore.”
“Well, I like that idea,” he said with a grin. She knew his grin was his way of telling her everything. “But where is this coming from?”
“I just don’t want to go back to work. Though things here are hectic with the movers and now the unpacking that I am dreading. The simple fact was until a few weeks ago, I lived to work. Now I want more out of life.” she replied as she sat up.
“Like what exactly?” his lazy grin was heartwarming to look at, but she knew there was enough behind it to keep her busy for the rest of the night.
“Well, we are getting married sometime,” she replied. “I figured you would be pushing that one, but you aren’t.”
“You want me to push?” he asked.
“I thought you would be, let’s go now. Instead, you haven’t mentioned it at all,” she said.
“Sara, I was giving you time,” he replied. “I figured you would bring it up when you were ready. I was ready the night after you came here.”
“So soon?” she asked with a wry grin of her own.
“Was there any doubt?” he asked.
“Mitsu, I am out to sea here,” she replied. “I am still relearning you.”
“What is there to learn?” he asked. “I am rather simple.”
“Nothing about you is simple,” she replied with a laugh.
“Yes I am, princess. You know all the important things already. The most important being I love you more than anything else in this world. Princess if you want to quit that is fine too. You are more than financially stable to do so thanks to gran. I can work, and you can do whatever. Actually, when we have kids, I would like you to stay home.” he said.
“Already planning that?” she asked with a smile. It had been a joke between the two since the first night.
“You know I want you to have my children,” he said.
“I do know that. I think you have made that perfectly clear from the first night Mitsuhide,” she said with a sigh.
“You don’t?” he asked.
“Damnit Mitsu, you know I do,” she said.
“Then what is the issue , my love?” he asked, now standing in front of her.
“Mitsuhide this is all too much too fast,” she said, shaking her head. “I know you would be okay with me just leaving my job, but what would I do?”
“Anything you want,” he said. “I make enough to keep both of us and a few kids comfortable. We won’t be rich, but we will be fine.”
“I don’t want to be rich Mitsu,” she said. “I think the first step is for me to cut my hours. I don’t have to work so much and be the top.”
“I think you do whatever will make you happy. Sara, you deserve it for once. So cut your hours, and we will take it as everything comes okay?” he said with a smile.
“So when do you want to get married Mitsuhide?” she asked.
“Tomorrow,” he replied easily to the quickness of his answer brought her to laugh.
“I don’t think tomorrow would work,” she said.
“Well, tomorrow is fine for me,” he said. “The next day or the day after that as well.”
“You are really ready for that?” she asked.
“Of course I am,” he stated as he looked down at her. “Are you?”
“I think I am,” she said. “Marriage is like forever, though, and that scares me.”
“Being married to me scares you?” he asked.
“No, that was worded wrong. Being married in general kind of scares me. You know I don’t like the unknown, and I don’t have the best examples of what a good marriage looks like.” she said.
He thought for a minute and nodded his head. He understood what she was really saying. She didn’t want to have a marriage like her parents did. She didn’t want a marriage like her siblings had. She wanted some unknown thing, and that was what was scaring her. He had to process that for a minute before he could speak again. “You know neither of us had a good example. So we should think what we both want out of our marriage. We know the fairy tales of it and living happily ever after and all and I want to give you that, but the fact is we both have a lot to work on to get past the lack of a good example.”
“You’re right.” She replied as she looked up at him.
“I normally am, my love,” he said with his smirk that hadn’t changed since he was fourteen years old. She had often wanted to smack it off his face then and even more so now.
“I think that we can really do this,” she said.
“Of course we can,” he said with his smirk turning into his grin. She almost hated that look even more, but she knew he was not the most open person in the world, but that look in his eyes when he grinned like that was heartwarming. “So, when?”
“Rushing me?” she asked.
“Securing my future is rather important.” He replied.
“Mitsuhide.” she pleaded as he pulled her up and into his arms.
“Say a month from now, or a year from now it won’t matter to me,” he said softly into her neck as he nuzzled and nestled there in her hair.
“It won’t?” she asked softly.
“No, because you are already my wife, Sara. The only part is making it legal,” he whispered.
“Mitsuhide, what am I going to do with you?” she asked.
“Love me,” he whispered as he kissed her neck softly.
“Don’t you have work to do?” she asked.
“I’m done,” he replied.
“Really?” she asked.
“Evals on the students didn’t take that long. Basically, I write out three answers for each class, and then it is copy and paste,” he said with a laugh. “Either they are ready to move on to the next stage, or they need to listen again. Either way, they will get the same as everyone else.”
“Well, that isn’t exactly nice,” she said, laughing.
“Let me guess,” he said as he stood up to peer down at her, “You write evals for the person, and it takes days for you to get through them?”
“I do,” she replied.
“You know no one really reads them right?” he asked.
“Mitsuhide they do get read,” she said.
“Maybe in your division. Not ours,” he said. “I used to do that too, but then it became too much to do.”
“Are you really thinking of getting out in a few years?” she asked.
“There isn’t much for me here anymore. We are too old, too bruised, too hurt all the time to go back into the field and I wouldn’t want too now.”
“Why?” she asked.
“You. I just got you back into my life. No way I am doing anything to possibly leave you again.” He said.
“Mitsuhide.” she smacked him on the chest, and he caught her tiny hand in his. He brought it up to his lips, thus ending the conversation. He was good, she thought to herself as he knew how to counter any argument she possibly could have, and he also knew how to end any discussion quickly.
“So, when?” he asked again. She had to blink to clear mind to follow his direction.
“Mitsu it isn’t like I can just pick a date,” she said.
“Okay big or small?” he asked.
“Small,” she replied.
“Then if you don’t want to have a big ceremony, we can have it here if you don’t want to get married at the courthouse.” He said softly he knew he was pushing the limits of the conversation.
“Where here?” she asked.
“Outside in the back?” he asked.
“I could see that,” she said.
“You can?” he asked.
“I can,” she said with a smile.
“So?” he waited with bated breath.
“One-month Mitsuhide. I will marry you in one month from today.” She said as she looked up into his eyes that matched his face with the smile.
“Finally.” He exclaimed as he lifted her up into his arms and kissed her as hard as he could.