for @kingdonmicrofic day 19: heels | 497 words | ao3
They were at the wedding reception of one of Frank's cousins, Sheila. He hadn't been particularly inclined to go but Mel thought it would be fun so he'd RSVP'd yes and checked the "bringing a guest" box without a second thought.
He was greeted by kisses on the cheek from relatives he hadn't seen for at least 15 years. He introduced Mel as simply 'my friend, Mel', not wanting to get into what happened with Abby but from the looks he was getting, they knew she wasn't just a friend.
And he could admit the way he was acting around her wasn't helping his case either but it wasn't like he was doing it on purpose. Leading her around with a hand on her lower back and cradling her waist when they talked to people, constantly checking in to see if she was cold, slipping food onto her plate and taking off the things he knew she wouldn't want to eat; the list went on and on.
Mel looked beautiful, prettier than the bride in his opinion. She was wearing a green dress and her hair was down, wavy from the braid she'd worn to bed last night after they took a shower. She had on heels from the very back of her closet that she'd only worn once before, meaning not enough to break them in. She was so intent on dressing up that he'd simply stashed her flats in their bag for when she couldn't stand to be in heels any longer.
He spent the night watching for signs that her feet were hurting but she didn't say a word even when they were on the dance floor. And the second he saw her grimace, he slipped away under the guise of grabbing some water. He lead her away from the crowd, getting down onto one knee to carefully remove her shoes.
"Frank Langdon! Please tell me you aren't doing what I think you're doing and proposing to your girlfriend on the night of my wedding!" Sheila yelled, irritated but not mad; it felt more teasing.
He looked up at Mel, strands dangling in front of his face. "I guess I can see how she came to that conclusion," he retorted jokingly. "I'm not proposing! Calm down!" He called over his shoulder.
Once Mel's trusty black flats were on her feet, he got up and immediately felt a twinge in his back. Mel caught his wince and rubbed her hand over his lower back. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head before turning around. A good portion of the guests were focused on them and he just shrugged. "Not proposing! We're already married so that would make no sense anyways," he rattled off, not thinking.
He heard Mel gasp beside him. "Frank!" She exclaimed in horror.
"Oops," he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. No one was supposed to know, it was supposed to be their secret.
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