Where is my Husband?
The soft hum of Sapnap’s microphone was a familiar lullaby in our apartment, a constant counterpoint to the quiet rhythm of my own life. It wasn't just noise; it was the sound of him in his element, the cheerful chatter of his chat filling the room as he spoke into the void, yet somehow connecting with thousands. Right now, that void was focused on him, sitting at his large desk, bathed in the glow of his monitors. I, on the other hand, was perfectly content playing a supporting role, sprawled out on the pristine white couch positioned artfully behind him, just out of direct camera view, but definitely part of his space.
My phone was clutched idly in my hand, an unread message sitting on the screen from one of my friends. I was half-listening, half-scrolling, a gentle smile playing on my lips as I heard his distinct laugh, a sound that never failed to brighten my day. He was in full ‘streamer mode’ – animated, engaging, his words flowing effortlessly from updates to random tangents, a chaotic but endearing stream of consciousness.
“Alright, chat, so the new phone’s actually pretty sick,” he was saying, his voice a little lower than usual, almost a conspiratorial whisper. “Battery life is kinda insane, honestly. And the camera? Chef’s kiss. You guys will see some fire content soon, trust.” I could picture him nodding emphatically, his dark hair probably falling over his eyes. I imagined the chat exploding with generic tech advice or playful demands for pictures of our cats.
Then he segued, as he always did, into his Accutane journey. It was a frequent topic, a shared experience with many of his viewers. “Oh, and the Accutane update,” he announced, a slight shift in his posture as he leaned back. “It’s working, chat. Like, really working. My skin actually feels… normal? Which is wild, because for so long it was just… not that. My lips are still perpetually chapped, obviously,” he added with a self-deprecating chuckle, “I’m basically a walking Blistex advertisement at this point. But it’s worth it. Seriously, if you’re thinking about it, talk to your doctor. It’s been a game-changer for me.” I loved that he shared these personal things with his audience, raw and honest. It wasn’t just about games and jokes; it was about genuine connection.
I shifted slightly on the couch, my gaze drifting from my phone to the back of his head, the way his shoulders hunched slightly over his keyboard. He was a creature of habit, but also of boundless energy. He moved from one topic to the next with the speed of a squirrel spotting an acorn, a rapid-fire succession of thoughts. He started talking about a new game he’d played with George and Dream, recounting a particularly hilarious moment where one of them had accidentally fallen off a cliff, complete with sound effects and dramatic pauses. I could feel my own laughter bubbling up, a silent, internal joy that was just for me.
My fingers traced the texture of the couch fabric. The apartment was always a bit cooler when his PC was running, the gentle hum of the fans a steady drone. I loved these moments of quiet co-existence, where I could simply be in his space, observing him in his element. It was a privilege, really, to see the unedited version of the person so many thousands adored.
A yawn escaped me, a tiny, ladylike sound that I hoped didn't make its way to the microphone. I’d been on this couch for a good hour, half-listening, half-dozing. My leg had fallen asleep. Time to stretch. My mind, however, kept circling back to the thing I was hiding. The glorious, sparkling, utterly life-changing thing that was currently tucked away, for now, on my left hand. We’d agreed to wait, to find the right moment. And as I watched him ramble, so innocent and unaware, a mischievous idea sparked.
I slowly sat up, stretching my arms above my head, feeling the satisfying pop of my joints. Sapnap was now talking about his recent trip to the grocery store, a mundane tale elevated to comedic genius by his delivery. “And then this lady, right, she’s like, ‘Oh, those are great blueberries!’ And I’m just like, ‘Ma’am, these are my blueberries, I picked them, they’re going in my basket.’ She looked at me like I had three heads, chat. I swear! Like, what am I supposed to do? Give her my perfectly ripe blueberries?”
I quietly padded across the carpeted floor, my bare feet making no sound. He was so engrossed in his grocery store saga, he didn’t even register my approach. My heart gave a little flutter of anticipation. This was it. The perfect, imperfect, completely us way to do it.
When I reached his chair, I leaned down, wrapping my arms gently around his neck from behind. He startled slightly, a small "Whoa!" escaping him, but then he leaned back into my embrace, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest. His natural warmth seeped through his t-shirt, a comforting anchor. I rested my chin on his shoulder, my left hand, almost instinctively, coming to rest on top of my right one, just above his chest. My fingers curled lightly, and there, glinting under the studio lights, was the Snowdrift ring, its princess cut diamond catching every available ray of light.
For a moment, there was just the gentle rhythm of his breathing, the soft static of the mic, and the distant, muffled sound of his stream. Then, a distinct pause in chat. A few confused emotes. Then, a flurry.
“WAIT” “IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS??” “HOLY SHIT” “RING????” “SAPNAP WHAT IS THAT!!!!” “OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Sapnap’s eyes, which had been idly scanning chat for a moment, suddenly fixated on my hand. His mouth fell slightly open, and he slowly turned his head to look at me, a wide, disbelieving grin spreading across his face.
I couldn’t help it. The secret was out. The dam broke. I leaned in, my voice a thrilled whisper right next to his microphone, the sound of my laughter mingling with his.
“Yes chat, I finally got my big and shiny diamond ring!” I chirped, pulling my hand away from his chest for a second to wave it playfully at the camera, letting the diamond sparkle for all to see. It was even more beautiful in the light than I remembered, a perfect square of blinding brilliance, set in the delicate Snowdrift band. It was everything I had ever dreamed of and more. “I finally get to wave it around and talk about it, but I’ll do it on my Instagram story, so be ready if you follow me. You know I’m going to go into detail.”
The chat exploded. It was a cacophony of emojis, capital letters, and excited exclamations. It felt like the entire internet was screaming with joy. Sapnap, still grinning from ear to ear, reached out and gently took my left hand in his. He brought it up to his lips, pressing a soft, warm kiss directly onto the sparkling diamond. His eyes, when he looked up at me, were full of an emotion that made my heart swell – a mixture of pride, love, and pure, unadulterated happiness.
He then turned back to the camera, his smile never faltering, his voice now a little softer, a little more heartfelt than his usual streamer persona. “Chat,” he said, his gaze sweeping over the monitor, “this is my fiancé. You’ll see her more often now.”
The word, "fiancé," hung in the air, electric and sweet. My cheeks flushed, but I couldn't stop smiling. He was right. There would be no more hiding my hand, no more discreetly turning it away from the camera. Our secret, our beautiful, shining secret, was finally out. I squeezed his shoulder, feeling the tremor of his own excitement. This wasn't just a ring; it was a promise, a future, and the purest, most unexpected way to announce it to the world. And as chat continued to scream its congratulations, I knew, with absolute certainty, that this moment, messy and spontaneous and perfectly us, was just the beginning of our forever.
