Big Mac whistles through the gap in his teeth, brushing his hair neatly and smoothing the lap over with his hand. He steps back to admire his work.... the suit is too big now for him which is terribly unfathomable. The pants fit better now that muscle overtook fat, but his middle is loose inad ill-fitting. He curses as he pulls at it. "Fuck, shoulda got this tailored."
Deji Wesshire peeks around the corner, grinning at him. She leans her weight against the doorframe, hooking her foot around her opposite ankle and crossing her arms over the blue dress. "You look -fine-."
Big Mac huffs as he turns to the side, pulling the back of his coat to make it taut against his toned middle. "Easy fer yae tae say, yae look incredible." He looks up from his own fussing to smile down at her. He lets his jacket go to stride up to her. "Utterly delicious."
Deji Wesshire's grin gets bigger, and she lets her hands rest on his chest as he comes closer. "You -always- think I look delicious."
Big Mac eases his hands aorund her waist, pulling her against him as he bows to kiss her head. "Do yae blame me? I can see righ' down tae yer thrid rib in tha'."
Deji Wesshire waggles her eyebrows at him. "That is generally the point. Where are we eating?"
Big Mac presses his brow's to her's. "The finest establishment our culture offers, me darlin'. Yae ready tae go? I let Hawke in already- should be with the babies."
Deji Wesshire pulls back from him, gesturing for the door. "After you, then!"
Big Mac steps out of the bathroom, offering his arm to her. "Yae gonna be alrigh' this time? Er should I give yae Hawke's number tae check on him?"
Deji Wesshire loops her arm with his, considering. "... I should probably have it. Y'know, just in case."
Deji Wesshire: What if one of them crawls and falls down the stairs?
Big Mac heaves a great sigh, laughing as he leads her on. "Yae think tha' boy's gonna allow them near steps?"
Deji Wesshire shakes her head as they walk down the stairs. "No, I think one of them will keep him occupied while the other one goes on a spree, is what I think. You'd think they were twins with how much trouble they cause."
Big Mac rumbles as he slows to a stop near the pen. Hawke is in the kitchen, working on some bottles to warm up. He leans to the side and smiles, wiggling fingers to the parents when they appear. Avery is having the worst time. She is draped backwards over her guffo and threatening to cry. I AM SO SLEEPY. SOMEONE FIX THIS."
Big Mac: "Wanna say nigh' fer we go?"
Deji Wesshire detatches from him to lean over the little playpen. "Oooh, how did you get like this, lovie?" she murmurs at the little girl. Her eyes flick up to Hawke and she grins at him.
Big Mac Hawke nervously smiles back before he turns back to the milk. "I kept rollin' her back, bu' she's persistan'. Sorre." Avery whimpers more, Mom I'm SO TIRED.
Deji Wesshire picks up Avery and hangs onto her. Oh no, they're never going to leave at this point. "Ooh ooh oooh. Well now, you look tired, huh babygirl?"
Big Mac rolls his eyes upwars, but he smiles. Thankfully any reservations he made were a few minutes extra to allow mommy time. Avery's little hands cling to Deji's arms, desperate and weepy. Her cries are half-hearted, too weary to be full on disgruntled.
Deji Wesshire twists side to side, holding onto Avery's little paw and kissing her forehead. "You know, if you lay -down- and have a -blankie-, you'll sleep."
Big Mac Hawke finally comes around with the bottles, smiling sheepishly. He offers it over to Deji. "Sorre." Avery HUFFS and HEAVES. Too SLEEPY for logic!
Deji Wesshire looks back to Mac with a look that he HAS to recognize by now. It's the look that people usually give to their spouses when they are holding a puppy that doesn't belong to them. She kneels back down to sit Avery up against Guffo, handing the warm bottle to her. "Here. Drink yourself to sleep like Auntie Charlie."
Big Mac stoops down, speaking of puppies, and ruffles at Soldier's ears as the pup sits on his foot. He is getting bigger by the hour, now a little taller than Mac's knee. His paws and ears are still enormous- he has a ways to go yet! The baby girl happily takes the drink, holding it up ALL BY HERSELF as she sips. There is a conent hum, okay this is better.
Deji Wesshire gets back up, moving back over to Mac and grinning. "She'll figure it out eventually." Her head turns over her shoulder. "G'night, Hawke, call me if you need anything."
Nico (Who I totally remembered. Yep. Totally. Yep.) is standing on the railing, back arched in preparation to get pet on their way out.
Big Mac puts his arm back around her , lovingly scooting the big boy off his boot. He too waves as he leads them on. "Night, kids."
Deji Wesshire pats Nico as they pass. "The -finest establishment-, huh?"
Big Mac loosens his hold for now as they make it down the steps. As soon as they are level, he pulls her back in and eases out into the night-light street." The absolute best. I haven' taken yae here yet."
Deji Wesshire gets pulled back to him and rests her cheek on his bicep. "I was going to ask if it was the pizza place."
Big Mac shakes his head, "Even better."
Deji Wesshire: Fast food?
Big Mac: "Better."
Deji Wesshire raises her eyebrows at him. "...What."
Big Mac only smirks back to her.
Deji Wesshire looks up and just grins at him. "Oh you're joking."
Big Mac pulls the door open for her, gesturing for Deji to go in first. The store's hours have been over for some time, but a few days ago Haemish worked with the owner to keep it open for a few hours after 7. He paid them and even made the dinner himself. Because honestly, if you cook well enough eating out is shit. There is one table set out while all others are pushed side. Their spot has a view of the park and two full glasses of wine. Hammy smirks as he bows for her entry, "M'darlin'."
Deji Wesshire steps in, and her jaw -drops-. She turns back to look at him, then at the table. "You're joking. -Mac!-"
Big Mac beams at her, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "Told yae we've ne'er eaten here a'fer. We've had icecream, bu' no' dinner." He moves up to one of the chairs, easing it out for her to take a seat.
Deji Wesshire is all grins , sitting delicately in the chair. Her back straightens and she sits proudly, more the duchess than he's probably ever seen.
Deji Wesshire: Well, you're not a liar. How'd you manage this? Do they serve food here?
Big Mac kisses her ear as soon as she seated. He moves around to his own seat and sits about as delicately. Before thier places are metal plates with metal covers, keeping their food warm. "They serve ice cream." He answers, pulling out a napkin to put on his lap. "Bu' I made dinner."
Deji Wesshire watches him place the napkin, eyebrows raising at him as though she's impressed. She hasn't been able to close her mouth since they walked in, but she closes it now and just grins. "I can't believe you -did this-."
Big Mac sits with his back as straight at her's, grinning back as he folds his hands sweetly in his large lap. "Wot? I've go' Nexus' greatest mom an' girlfriend on me arm. She deserves more than generic food er simple dinin'! Dinner in an ice cream shop was the best I could do in Thayd though. Sorry, love."
Deji Wesshire beams, mimicing him and putting her napkin on her lap. "Well, your best is damn impressive."
Big Mac chuckles as he removes his cover first. "Well... keep yer opinion until yea have the food. I had a lil'e incident."
Deji Wesshire removes hers too, eyebrows raising. "... Well, you -tried-."
Big Mac clears his throat, grimacing with embaressment. "I knew I shoulda tried steak. M'good at that."
Deji Wesshire grins at him. "You're talking to the person who can't grill herself a damn cheese. Does it -taste- good?"
Big Mac: "Try it er I'll cry."
Deji Wesshire picks up her fork and tries some. It still tastes like lobster, so that's a good thing. Sure, it's a little burned and smokier than lobster has any right to be. Sure, the mac and cheese could easily be confused with playdoh. It's delicious anyway! "S'good!"
Big Mac wrinkles his nose playfully. "Yae sure? Pizza place's still open."
Deji Wesshire grabs another bite. It really ISN'T bad. She makes a point to lick her lips when she finishes it. "I'm serious. It's really good!"
Big Mac grunts as he leers down at the meal, now not totally believing her as he scoops up a bit for himself. "I've never cooked seafood. S'hard. Sorry, darlin'."
Deji Wesshire swipes some from his plate as soon as his fork isn't within stabbing distance. "I wouldn't know, but this is -good-. It doesn't need to look good to be delicious."
Big Mac beams as he lets her... even if she was lying or not, she is going that extra mile to show she appreciated it anyway. She is rewarded the bite without any protest above a pout. "Looks like somethin' the kids would put up thier nose."
Deji Wesshire winces. "Ugh, now that you mention it, it does." She tilts her head at the food, deliberating, and then takes another bite anyway. Worth it. "They're going to be doing that -forever-, huh."
Big Mac: "Until they're fifty-year-old fat men."
Deji Wesshire laughs at that, pointing her fork at him. "I'll have you know I don't stick -anything- up my nose. They get it from -your- side of the family."
Big Mac smiles at that- really smiles. The love in the expression lights up his eye as he takes his first bite. "I don' tell yae yer cute enough, do I?"
Deji Wesshire scoops another bit of lobster onto her fork. "You sure try."
Big Mac rumbles, "How abou' how beautiful?"
Deji Wesshire bites into the lobster, actually starting to turn pink. She's so spoiled. "THAT one I hear a lot, actually."
Deji Wesshire grins up at him, biting her lip like an embarassed teenager. "You treat me so much better than I deserve."
Big Mac lifts his face, his eye narrowing at her in the most non-serious notion. "Ana' one else other than me wot who's ass I gotta kick?"
Big Mac smiles to soften his joke, reaching out for her hand. "Roan shite, m'darlin'. This is me tryin' tae make up tae yae."
Deji Wesshire smirks back at him, leaning her elbow against the table and her head on her fist. "Just you. Charlie, maybe."
Big Mac watches her little smile and it pierces him. It's his turn now to glance away and turn pinker than a school boy on his first date. "Mebbe I gotta kick her ass again. Fer good measure."
Deji Wesshire looks down at her plate, swirling some of the food around on it. He's cute. "Probably not a good idea. She could beat you at arm wrestling agalin."
Big Mac lifts his trimmed jaw proudly, his eye hooded with much pride. "Hmph. Yae mean I beat her again. Me human arm beat her mechanical one!"
Big Mac: ".... back when I had it."
Deji Wesshire flashes him the smirk again. "Well, she has a mechanical shoulder. You've got an arm. We'll see how that goes."
Big Mac wiggles his fork at her as he chews. "Question is who'd yae cheer fer. Me er yer old flame."
Deji Wesshire swats at his fork with hers, before stealing more of his food from his plate. "She's not an old flame, she's an old friend who jokes that she WISHES she were an old flame. She'd probably be jealous."
Big Mac: "She's got a right tae be- yer a steal, Deji girl."
Deji Wesshire shakes her head a little, ever playful. "Well, you -did- steal me. She saw me first, technically."
Deji Wesshire: Damn heart thief.
Big Mac nods solemly as he works the last few bites on his plate. "Tha' migh' be true... bu' I saw yae naked first."
Deji Wesshire looks innocenly down at her plate. "So says you."
Big Mac looks up abruptly. "Wot."
Deji Wesshire rolls her eyes at him. "I'm -teasing-. I mean you aren't the first person to see me naked, but I'm pretty sure Charlie hasn't."
Big Mac up nods her before he takes up his glass of wine. "Give me a number."
Deji Wesshire drops her jaw in a surprised grin. "What, -really-?"
Big Mac smirks right back as he swirls the finer, sweeter drink. "Really. How many people?"
Deji Wesshire mimics him, picking up her drink. She swirls it towards him. "Yours first."
Big Mac licks his lips after a drink, "I don' think yae can handle tha' answer, darlin'."
Deji Wesshire sips, grinning. "That high, huh?"
Big Mac: "We can start with the entire planet o' Galben."
Deji Wesshire nearly chokes. "What, really?!"
Big Mac finishes his glass, his cheeks redder as he pours himself more. "Aye. We stopped in fer supplies with the Fray Dogs. Bein' Sarg, I got special quarters nearer tae their uh..." He works his jaw, wondering if he should mention the Empress. "... I tried tae sneak ou' one nigh' after drinkin'. Comin' back in, I lost me uniform an' the Balconey I climbed happened tae have a press confrence on it with our Admiral."
Deji Wesshire laughs at that. "Holy shit, I thought you -slept with the entire planet.-"
Big Mac pours her more wine with a shrug, "Jus' the Empress an' her harem."
Deji Wesshire raises her eyebrow, watching the cup fill. "Do you make a point to sleep with -all- royalty, then?
Big Mac winks towards Her Grace, "Call it a happy accidental collection."
Big Mac: "M'sleeping with the Crown Jewel now."
Deji Wesshire smiles at him, leaning her weight against the table again. "Mmm. Now, and for a very, very long time."
Big Mac lifts his glass, holding it up towards her to toast. "Tae us bein' the last people we see naked."
Big Mac: "Fer a very, very long time."
Deji Wesshire clinks glasses. "Until I'm in the ground, at least."
Big Mac laughs as he sits back to take his drink. "An' until Charlie spaces me tae get tae yae."
Deji Wesshire finishes her glass. "She'll space you if you hurt me, probably. Who knows, with her? Her last flame 'died' pretty miserably, and she barely batted an eye."
Big Mac: "Now when yae say hurt... yae mean seriously? Er the next time I do the thing with the silk scarf and leave a bruise on yer ass?"
Deji Wesshire turns pretty rosy at that. "I mean seriously."
Big Mac grins as he too finishes his wine. "I know. Yer a gabber. Tellin' her tha'll only tease her."
Deji Wesshire puts the glass down and smirks at him. "You know what I mean, old man."
Big Mac: "Ah, we're back tae ol' man, be we?"
Deji Wesshire tilts her head to one side. It's practiced, making her hair fall over one shoulder. "Always. It's a term of endearment. You earned it, making me dinner tonight."
Big Mac watches as the green locks tumble over olive skin. Absolutely flawless. His eyes drift back to her face. "I mkae yae dinner every night."
Deji Wesshire's smile softens, eyes lidding as she watches him. "I know. And I love you for it every day. This is just..." She looks up and around. ".. The sweetest thing. The most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me, I think."
Big Mac sets his own elbow onto the table, resting his groomed jaw againsth is metal hand. The other? Digs into a pocket in his jacket. "Well... don' get tae used tae it. I plan on toppin' this as often as I can. I love yae, Deji Wesshire. I don' wan' yae tae forget."
Deji Wesshire pulls her hair back behind her ear, leaning back into the chair comfortably. "I don't think I will ever be able to, Mac. I never intend to."
Big Mac beams at her, his hand shaking at his waistcoat. His eye squints at her as the right side of his face scrunching up in a smirk. "Good. M'still not gonna let yae ferget it."
Deji Wesshire drops her smile when the smirk comes out to play. It still gets to her. "I have to make it up to you, I'll figure out a way."
Big Mac: "Yae could get up at 5 am an' change a diaper fer a change."
Deji Wesshire rolls her eyes BIG TIME at that. "Oh come ON."
Big Mac cackles as he too leans back in his seat. "WOT! I've ideas, love!"
Deji Wesshire puts both hands up with a laugh. "Alright, alright, fine. 5am diaper changes."
Big Mac lifts himself off the chair, moving around to her's to pull it out for Deji. "C'mon. I bet yer dyin' te get back tae them."
Deji Wesshire stands up, immediately moving to put her hand in his. "When there's no baby noises, it means trouble. It's not my fault I'm biologically inclined to make sure my babies are safe."
Big Mac chuckles as he lifts her hand, kissing her knuckles as he pulls her towards the door. He slows somewhat, turning towards her. Beaming, he opens the door and gestures for her to go on before him.
Deji Wesshire curtsies, so polite, and heads out. "Dinner at an ice cream parlor. That was pretty good."
Big Mac sets his head against the wooden edge of the door. He rumbles a curse, his hand back into his pocket to squeeze the little velvet box hidden. Soon. He follows her, taking her hand again before a kiss presses to her hair. "Next time, in the mouth o' a girrok."
Deji Wesshire snorts at that, picking up his hand to kiss the palm of it. "I could go with some more adventure in my life, that sounds good to me."
Big Mac swings their hands when she lowers them from the kiss. "...let's go on a date like our first one, ey? The one where yae saw me nipples the first time."
Deji Wesshire waggles her eyebrows. "I can see them -every night- now, isn't -that- exciting."
Big Mac: "Unless I wear a shirt... though I wouldn't stop yae from liftin' it I guess... migh' be more surprised than wot."
Deji Wesshire pulls him along towards home. "You know, I never really liked surprises before. You're making me love them."
Big Mac: "Well, I liked yae, now i love yae so..."
Deji Wesshire puts her other hand up to flick his chin. "I love you too, Haemish McGalfrey."
Big Mac jerks his jaw at her flick, laughing in his low tone. The man then grabs her hips, pulling her back into him and holding the small woman fast. With a flick of his wrist, he turns her and takes her own jaw to tip her gaze up at him. "Good." He drags her up into him to kiss her fast.
Deji Wesshire grins against the kiss, returning it readily. Her hands rest on his chest, and she pulls away, just enough to bump foreheads with him. "What's that?"
Big Mac , breathless, looks down his chest as she pulls back from him. "Ey- Wot yae mean- sorry I go' li'le excited..." Thinking she brushed something else in his pocket.
Deji Wesshire looks down at her hands, patting at his chest. "No, this."
Big Mac hesitates. As much as he wanted to make a hard nipple joke... this might be. This might be. Haemish sets her back down onto her feet to slowly reach into his waistcoat. He takes hold of the little box, holding it there for a moment, "Don' s'pose yae'd believe a pocketwatch."
Deji Wesshire looks up at him, not breathing for a second. Her eyes flick between his organic and inorganic one before she pulls her hands back. "I. Do you want me to believe it's a pocketwatch?"
Big Mac finally brings his hand from the breast of his coat. Mac turns his large hand over, revealing an aged, green velvet box. "Yae tell me." His palm began to shake.
Deji Wesshire breathes in sharply, staring down at the little box. Her eyes go wide, and her hands immediately fly together, playing with her fingers. Her eyes rise back to his. "Do -you- want me to believe it's a pocket watch?" She stops again, just breathing and watching him.
Big Mac looks up towards her from the box. He takes in a sharp breath. Worry shows in it, clearer than he would like, but there is no turning back now. He puts his hand out for the shelf near him, using it to help himself onto one knee. "Yae tell me."
Deji Wesshire could probably pass out from all this irregular breathing. She breathes in again, watching him and slowly, slowly shaking her head. "I... I don't want it to just be a pocketwatch."
Big Mac smiles, but the look is timid. Far more timid than her boisterous, blathering, barking, dirty, roughhousing boyfriend should be. "...S'pocket watch." Despite the little, teasing rumble that follows, he opens the terrible little thing. A ring sits pretty in a silvery setting. Pale, green- a pearl of an unusual color is encased in bluish swirls... something he tried describing as her esper smoke. He wanted this ring to look like the woman- so when he stared at it alone at work, it might fill him with the courage to give it to her.
Deji Wesshire's jaw drops open as the box opens. The air is knocked completely out of her, and she bites her lower lip to try to keep down the smile that's fighting to form on her face.
Big Mac: "So... I was thinkin'-like. We work really well taegether an'... I don'... well maybe... but... Listen."
Big Mac clears his throat, pursing his lips and closing his human eye tight. "I love yae so much, I don' wan' tae be scared o' this. I wan' us tae be taegether more than ana'thin'."
Deji Wesshire finally lets go of her lip, letting out a breathy little sound. "Mac..." And then she can't stop herself, her hands are on his cheeks, in his hair, holding him against her. "I don't want you to be scared. If it needs to be a pocketwatch, then... it's a pocketwatch."
Big Mac starts somewhat, his contentration broken by her touch. His eye opens again and he sets a sudden, eager gaze up towards her. "It doesn' need tae be. I don' wan' it tae be."
Deji Wesshire gets quiet again, running her fingers through his hair.
Big Mac: ".... I want tae be- tae be yer husband, Deji."
Deji Wesshire's voice cracks as she echoes the mantra, "I want to be your wife, Haemish. But I don't want you to do this and second guess us, I want you to not be afraid."
Big Mac's brow furrows, "M'always gonna be afraid. Yer the most important thing I've ever known. I don' wanna risk yae... but yer also worth the chance."
Deji Wesshire lets out another single, breathy laugh. She looks down at him with pure love on her face. "Are you asking me, or is it a pocketwatch?"
Big Mac watches as her expressions change. Something cold gripped his heart and made him choke. It made this moment harder than he ever dreamed a proposal could be... but as she smiles down at him and laughs, showing nothing but the love she felt, the question came out in a less timid - but still pretty timid - blurt, "Will yae?"
Deji Wesshire starts the nod slowly, but she can't seem to stop it - or the smile blooming across her face like wildfire. "Uh huh."
Big Mac: "Yae sure- could take a second-like tae think on it if yae need tae."
Deji Wesshire is still beaming like she will never stop, but she looks up anyway, playing like she's thinking hard. "Hmmmm. Still yes." Another laugh comes out, this one louder and more mirthful. "Yes."
Big Mac feels weight rise off his shoulders and melt away in the wind. There is a slight sniff to his breath and a moisture to his one eye as he plucks the little ring from it's box. Taking her hand, he slides it over her ring finger. "Weird as fuck pocket watch if yae as me. Doesn' tell the time. An' it shouldn't."
Deji Wesshire continues her laughing as the ring is placed on her finger, kissing his forehead. "Maybe you should have invested in an actual pocketwatch then, I don't know what to tell you." Followed by, "Holy -shit-, that happened."
Big Mac flops back on his ass, her kiss still cooling on his brow as he cups his own cheeks. He stares wide-eyed at the wall. "...We're engaged."
Deji Wesshire nods slowly, looking down at her hand, beaming. "Yeah, we are."
Big Mac keeps holding his face, "....We're engaged." Parrot dad.
Deji Wesshire sits down on the ground with him, watching him scream internally and resting her head against him. "We are very much that thing."
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