The evening was peaceful. The children were in bed, the lights in the living room dimmed, and the soft notes of a piano piece drifted from the stereo. Cross and Rican relaxed on the couch, Rican pressed comfortably to the other's side, and Cross brushing small circle's on Rican's knee with his thumb.
"Hey, Rican?" The question was spoken softly, barely breaking the quiet around them. The answering hum was just as quiet.
Cross moved his hand from Rican's knee to take the other's hand. Shifting to pull a small box from his pocket, he pressed the velvet box into Rican's hand. He waited for the soft click of the box opening and Rican's soft gasp. "Will you marry me?"
There was a brief pause before Rican gently took Cross's face in his hands. Cross could feel the chill of the band on one of his fingers.
Rican's quiet laugh sounded just a bit watery, like he was trying not to cry. "Of course I will." He pressed his lips to the other's.
Both felt they'd never want their lives any other way.