Post by Declan Maxwell O'Reilly on Jan 1, 2013 18:25:10 GMT -5
Declan groaned into the pillow. Not just any pillow – Rosie’s pillow, with the ridiculous softness and pastel shade of sunshine that came out of her ass. “ Fuuucckk,” he said hoarsely in his thick Irish accent. He sat up slowly, holding the side of his head. Six p.m. and they were still recovering from New Years Eve. It took a couple of minutes but he was finally out of bed, moving through the apartment in just his boxers. “ Fuck fuck fuck,” he said tiredly, running his hand over his hair multiple times to try and wake himself up. When he got into the kitchen the first thing he did was grab the quart orange juice out of the fridge and start drinking out of it. Which he continued to do until he reached the counter. His phone was blinking, probably full of ‘happy new year’ messages. He set the orange juice down, scrolling through the drunken attempts at grammar until he got to the text from his father askingabout the mail he had sent him. Instantly Declan looked up, blinking as he stared around the kitchen. Where the fuck was his package? Declan dropped the phone down on the counter as he searched through the kitchen. Nope. He took in a deep breath, trying to not get agitated as he expanded his search into the living room. After turning over all of the pillows and looking through the entertainment center he finally decided he had no option. His dad had gotten confirmation that the package had been delivered and accepted so where the fuck was it. Declan took in a quick breath and puffed his cheeks out before he looked back in their bedroom. He walked over to the side of the bed, pushing some of Rosie’s messy hair out of the way as he leaned down to kiss her. “ Rosie.. wake up,” he said, bouncing his hands down on the mattress to get her attention. “ Need you to wake up, gorgeous,” he said before clearing his throat and taking a step back.
“ When… you sign for a package. Where the hell do you put it? I mean I live here. And you signed for my mail. And that legally makes it your responsibility to then hand it over. And yet I have no mail,” he said, holding his hands out to the side. “ So where is it?” he asked a bit more hastily this time. “ Get your pretty little head thinkin’,” he said with his eyebrows lifted and his arms out. “… I am so hungry, I can’t even think,” Rosie said through the mess that was her hair. “ Okay. We will order Chinese. But you gotta help me out. This is very important. I don’t think you can comprehend how important this is,” he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “ Eggrolls,” she had said and Declan brought his hands to the top of his head as he started to internally count to ten while nodding. “ Mhm. Mhm. Baby. I would love to get you some egg rolls. As soon as you …help me out a little..” he said with the agitation clear in his voice. But Rosie was giving him a pointed look, probably still waking up before she muttered something about the desk. Desk. Office. Declan bolted out of the bedroom and made his way towards their office where he found the package. He ripped into the mail before checking it out for himself. Well,he could be mad. Or he could just be glad that she remembered where it was at all. Declan looked down at what he was wearing, well.. he didn’t really feel like putting clothes on. But he stopped in the bedroom, picking out Rosie’s favorite pair of Blahnik heels. He held them loosely in his finger tips as he made his way to the kitchen where she had brought herself to make herself a cup of tea.
“ Put these on,” he said, knowing it was probably a weird suggestion that she put her heels on while wearing her cute.well..sexy, little pajamas. “ I’m serious Rosie, come on. Don’t be difficult,” he said as he set them down beside her feet. He wanted her to be able to say she was wearing something pretty. Declan waited until she had stepped her feet into them, and while she was holding her hair from her face and distracted by looking down at her shoes he got down on one knee. “ Rosie,..” he said, getting her attention as she looked up at him. “ You are just about every damn thing that gets on my last nerve,” he said with a lopsided smirk, “ You also set every single nerve in my body on fire. I want to spend the rest of my life fighting with you, more importantly fighting to be with you. You’re the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on. And I would love to have the honor of becoming your husband.. if you’ll have me,” he said before he licked his lips, “ Rosie Madison, will you marry me?” he asked as he held up the ring his mother had worn through thirty years of marriage, surely that must have some good luck attached to it.
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“ When… you sign for a package. Where the hell do you put it? I mean I live here. And you signed for my mail. And that legally makes it your responsibility to then hand it over. And yet I have no mail,” he said, holding his hands out to the side. “ So where is it?” he asked a bit more hastily this time. “ Get your pretty little head thinkin’,” he said with his eyebrows lifted and his arms out. “… I am so hungry, I can’t even think,” Rosie said through the mess that was her hair. “ Okay. We will order Chinese. But you gotta help me out. This is very important. I don’t think you can comprehend how important this is,” he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “ Eggrolls,” she had said and Declan brought his hands to the top of his head as he started to internally count to ten while nodding. “ Mhm. Mhm. Baby. I would love to get you some egg rolls. As soon as you …help me out a little..” he said with the agitation clear in his voice. But Rosie was giving him a pointed look, probably still waking up before she muttered something about the desk. Desk. Office. Declan bolted out of the bedroom and made his way towards their office where he found the package. He ripped into the mail before checking it out for himself. Well,he could be mad. Or he could just be glad that she remembered where it was at all. Declan looked down at what he was wearing, well.. he didn’t really feel like putting clothes on. But he stopped in the bedroom, picking out Rosie’s favorite pair of Blahnik heels. He held them loosely in his finger tips as he made his way to the kitchen where she had brought herself to make herself a cup of tea.
“ Put these on,” he said, knowing it was probably a weird suggestion that she put her heels on while wearing her cute.well..sexy, little pajamas. “ I’m serious Rosie, come on. Don’t be difficult,” he said as he set them down beside her feet. He wanted her to be able to say she was wearing something pretty. Declan waited until she had stepped her feet into them, and while she was holding her hair from her face and distracted by looking down at her shoes he got down on one knee. “ Rosie,..” he said, getting her attention as she looked up at him. “ You are just about every damn thing that gets on my last nerve,” he said with a lopsided smirk, “ You also set every single nerve in my body on fire. I want to spend the rest of my life fighting with you, more importantly fighting to be with you. You’re the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on. And I would love to have the honor of becoming your husband.. if you’ll have me,” he said before he licked his lips, “ Rosie Madison, will you marry me?” he asked as he held up the ring his mother had worn through thirty years of marriage, surely that must have some good luck attached to it.
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