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the Big Day - midnight
Robert woke up to Xabi’s side being empty next to him. He glanced at the clock and it was a few minutes past midnight. Through the dreamy haze he somehow recalled that it was Xabi’s time to ask him something and he sat up on the bed, curiosity quickly taking over dizziness.
Xabi seemed surprised when he entered the room and saw Robert wide awake, but after the initial shock a smile appeared on his face, which made sure of the existence of that forever he was so uncertain about. He sat down on the other side of the bed and didn't say a word.
Robert could almost feel Xabi's piercing gaze on his skin and he watched in silence as his lover's smile faded away and he furrowed his eyebrows.
Xabi's eyes darkened as he measured up every inch of Robert's body, counting the small bruises and lovebites reminding them of the past hour. Robert's cheeks were hot when Xabi finally looked in his eyes, opening up the deepest bits of their souls. Robert didn't want to blink and let the magical moment slip.
“Close your eyes and give me one of your hands,” Xabi broke the silence a beautiful eternity later. His voice was soft and full of love, oh so much love.
Robert did so and millions of questions filled his mind and he could've been uncertain and he could've feared of possible outcomes of Xabi's idea, but Xabi’s warm hand covered his and he drew tiny, reassuring circles on the sensitive skin and Robert was taken aback yet again by how much he actually trusted Xabi.
And then there was something small and cold on his palm.
"Don't open your eyes," Xabi whispered and Robert overtook the urge to look immediately at Xabi's gift.
“Before you see it you should know, that it can be only a simple present," the words were barely audible and Robert's breath hitched, because he wanted so bad the thing to be what he's been craving for weeks, but was too afraid to ask for.
He could see stars flash under his squeezed eyelids and maybe there were tears building up in the corner of his eyes.
"But if you would like it to," Xabi continued and let go of Robert's hand. "Then it can be much more important."
Xabi kissed Robert's fingertips and the bed shifted under his weight as he sat even closer to Robert, so close that he was sure that they could hear each other's frantic heartbeats.
"It's entirely your choice,” Xabi said finally. "Now you can look."
Robert stared at Xabi first, whose features spoke about tenderness so openly that it was almost unbearable. He nodded reassuringly and Robert knew.
He knew and he couldn't find the right words when he touched the thin golden ring in his right palm, because his world was only focused on Xabi and he couldn't be any happier about it.
Robert hugged Xabi tight and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him until their lungs were aching and their lips got sore and they weren't able to murmur anything but countless iloveyous in each other's flushed skin.