It turned out Chelsea had similarly fond memories of fairs, and we’d been meaning to go for months.
We took Luna with us and let her lead the way. We ended up changing strategy after she showed no intentions of ever leaving the game where she got to shoot water at little ducks in kiddie pools. Eventually, we talked her into riding the Ferris wheel.
Chelsea and Luna sandwiched me in the center, and we all felt the wind blow cool against our hair when the ride started to rotate.
“Are you going to give mommy another baby?” Luna asked.
I held back a smile, then looked to Chelsea who was red-faced with embarrassment.
“That’s not really something we should talk about right now, sweetie,” Chelsea explained.
“I’d love to give your mom another baby, but it wouldn’t be right unless we were married.”
“Were you married when you gave me to mommy?” Luna asked.
“Well…” Chelsea was bulging her eyes at me, probably hoping I could save her.
I’d always assumed brutal honesty was the best course with children. “We didn’t know you were going to happen when we met, but we’re both really happy you did.”
Luna giggled. “You’re being silly. You have to put me in mommy’s belly button to make me. You did too know I was going to happen.”
“I was wearing gloves,” I said stiffly.
“Was mommy’s belly button wearing a glove?”
I looked up at the bright lights of the Ferris wheel, wishing I could think of a way out of this conversation. “Uh…”
“I had a belly plug in. It’s like the thing that goes in the sink.”
Luna frowned in thought. “So how did I get in, then?”
“Daddy’s finger was too big and strong, so it, uh—”
“The point is,” I interrupted. I dug in my pocket for the little smooth box. I held it up for Chelsea to see. “If I want to put another baby in your mom’s… bellybutton, I’ve got to put this on her finger, first.”
“Oh. Then do it!” Luna said, clapping.
Chelsea’s eyes darted between mine and the box. “Is that what I think it is?”
“You know,” I said, making like I was about to put it back in my pocket. “Maybe I should think about this a little longer.”
Chelsea pinched my shoulder hard enough to sting, then grabbed the box from me. “Yes. My answer is yes. And don’t you dare even joke about taking this back.”
I kissed her, and only stopped because I felt Luna watching. “Does it count if he didn’t ask?” she whispered when we pulled apart.
“What?” Chelsea asked.
“He never said, ‘will you marry me.’ I don’t think it counts.”
“The ring is what matters,” I said. I gestured to the lights and scenery around us. “And the act.”
“Hmm,” Chelsea worked her lips to the side, staring at the box. “The little one kinda has a point. You need to say the words.”
“Marry me,” I demanded.
Chelsea waggled her finger and Luna shook her head.
“Manners, daddy.”
“I want you to marry me.”
“Ask her. Don’t tell her.”
I sighed. “Will you marry me?”
Chelsea put her finger to her chin like she needed to think about it.
I groaned and opened the box for her, sliding the ring on her finger. “You will.”
“I will,” she agreed. “In grumpiness and in health.”
-THE END
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