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June 11. 8:37 PM. Edgeworth Residence.
Miles leaned into the pillows stacked against the headboard, supporting him almost upright as his fingers absentmindedly ran through the soft spikes of his partner’s hair. Said partner was currently sprawled on top of him, lightly pressing kisses along the steady rising and falling of his chest.
Trucy was staying over at a friend’s house that night, giving them the ample opportunity that came with having the house to themselves, and without Phoenix worrying if his daughter could hear such an indiscriminate activity.
‘I suppose she’s our daughter,’ Miles sighed as he felt along Phoenix’s back with nimble fingers. ‘Of course it’s only circumstantial, due to my relationship with her father being what it is. But is this really all that we could be?’
A little while before getting his badge back, Phoenix had asked Miles out on their first official date. After barely four months of being together, Miles asked him and Trucy to move in with him. He figured that at least ten years of pent up feelings would be enough to convince him that things would be easier if they were to just live together. He was correct about that, at least.
Now, after over a year later, Miles had begun considering the next big step in their relationship; marriage. It was clear that the both of them were content with the way things were, but at the same time Miles could tell that Phoenix was ready for something more.
He still believed marriage to be odd and unnecessary, due to the devotion he and Phoenix already held for each other. But then again, there was something so gratifying at the thought of getting to call Phoenix Wright undoubtedly his. After all, it was Phoenix that showed him just how necessary such feelings could be.
“Something on your mind?” Phoenix repositioned and began kissing along Miles’ neck and jaw. Miles kept one hand in Phoenix’s hair while the other pulled the comforter higher to cover their exposed lower halves.
Miles quietly sighed again, pondering the question instead of ignoring it. His hand remained over Phoenix’s back, softly caressing along the curve of his spine.
Phoenix clearly took the silence as bad, because he hoisted himself up so their eyes could meet. “Miles?”
“Will you marry me?” Miles asked before he could process what he was saying.
The confusion lining Phoenix’s expression spoke volumes, but it was nothing compared to the joyous light that sparkled in his eyes.
“Wh-What…?” Phoenix was caught off guard by the sudden question. Miles couldn’t tell if his silence was good or bad.
“I-I understand that this is absolutely the wrong place for this,” Miles stammered. “But that was what was on my mind, since you were curious.”
“Wh- Miles?” Phoenix awkwardly scratched the back of his neck with the hand not holding himself up. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve been thinking about this for a few weeks now.” Miles slid his hands up to cup Phoenix’s cheeks. “I know I said that marriage is an odd concept to me, but I’m willing to make a few adjustments to my personal agenda if it means I get to devote my life to loving you the way you deserve to be loved.”
Phoenix’s eyes began pooling with tears, but the deep blush coating his cheeks told Miles that they were tears of joy.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” Phoenix had glanced down, not willing to meet Miles’ gaze.
“I was hoping for a yes, but if this is something you don’t want-” Miles tried to hide the disappointment in his voice, but Phoenix cut him off.
“No, no! This is something I’ve wanted for a really long time! But, I can’t say yes just yet.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, it’s like you said; this really isn’t the right setting. I don’t want a huge grand proposal, but I’d honestly prefer not to be literally laying on top of you while settling into the afterglow from sex.”
“Yes, how foolish of me to consider that is the most romantic setting,” Miles dryly said as slouched further into the pillows. He felt his face heating up from the implications behind Phoenix’s words.
“I’m not saying ‘no’, you drama queen. I’m saying ‘not yet’. I know you weren’t really thinking when you asked, as rare as that is for you.”
“So… you’ll consider it?” Miles felt a hopeful flutter in his heart.
“Of course I’ll consider it. I’m already getting excited just with the thought of marrying you.”
“Then I’ll have to wait for the perfect opportunity. I’d hate to hear another ‘not yet’ from you.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Miles settled under Phoenix to properly pull him down for a deep kiss. As they began reworking into a rhythm, Miles was already planning everything he needed for his perfect proposal.
June 13. 3:15 PM. Wright Anything Agency.
“Whatcha lookin’ at, boss?”
Phoenix yelped and quickly changed tabs on his browser as Athena slid behind his desk. He laughed nervously and brushed it off as nothing, but Athena squinted suspiciously and leaned closer, trying to read the tabs at the top of his browser to see what he was hiding.
“You can’t hide things from these ears, Mister Wright!” Athena straightened up and enthusiastically punched her hand. “You may be able to disguise your computer screen, but the emotions swimming in your heart are practically screaming at me to be let loose.”
“I promise you, it’s not as big of a deal as you’re making it out to be. Besides, isn’t there a trial you should be preparing for?” Phoenix tried to distract his employee with actual work, but she shook her head right as Widget called him a liar.
“Do we need an emergency therapy session?” Athena’s expression grew annoyed, but Phoenix could sense concern in her voice.
“If I show you, will you get back to work?” Phoenix slouched in his seat at Athena’s excited nod, but motioned her back behind the desk and moved to the tab opened on the website for engagement rings.
“Mister Wright… are you really-”
Athena’s question was cut off by Phoenix nodding, but then her high pitched shriek nearly threw him out of his chair.
“Mister Wright, you said this wasn’t a big deal! Are you really going to ask Mister Edgeworth to marry you?”
“Well, technically he already asked me, but I said I needed to think about it.” Phoenix added that last part quickly to avoid any more incriminating questions from his young employee.
“But, you’re really considering asking him?” Athena’s eyes were lined with pure joy, and Widget was glowing a contented pale green.
“I’ve been considering it since the day he offered to help me get my badge back.” Phoenix smiled fondly at the memory of the first time he and Miles kissed, but the feeling only heightened at his determination to help him bring back the reason they were reunited in the first place.
“Do you have anything specific in mind?” Athena asked as she began scrolling through the rings on the screen.
“Give me the mouse. I want to show you the custom one I’ve been working on.”
Athena handed the mouse to him and he scrolled over to the shopping cart selection. The only thing in the cart was an option for a size ten rose gold ring with a deep pink gem encased in the middle with two smaller silver gems on either side of it. All three gems were securely held in place with four rose gold prongs, making the ring appear as elegant as the man who would soon be wearing it.
“This one’s perfect,” Athena breathed. “Are you sure it’ll be the right size?”
“I had Trucy get both of our ring sizes just for this. She had to be a bit more subtle for his, but I can always get it resized if I need to. Our fingers are actually the same size, so it wasn’t too hard for her to get it for me.”
“Wow. So me and Polly are gonna be groomspeople, right?”
“I haven’t even asked yet and you’re already demanding how things are gonna be? Apollo’s not even in the country right now.”
“Unless you plan on getting married next week, that won’t be a problem.”
“You’ve got a point there,” Phoenix sighed. There really was going to be a long period of planning before the big day, so there was definitely plenty of time to inform Apollo of the news and get him to fly back to America for the actual occasion.
Athena went back to reading over her case report, leaving Phoenix to enter his information about the ring, plus a good date to pick it up. He sat back in his chair and sighed happily, mentally blocking the dread pooling in his chest at the thought of the upcoming wedding planning that would be consuming his life for who knows how long.
June 17. 4:06 PM. Gatewater Hotel. Room 1215.
“I asked Phoenix to marry me.”
Miles would have prepared for Franziska’s uncharacteristic spit take had he expected it. Too bad he didn’t, and spent a good twenty seconds cleaning tea off of his glasses and patting his vest and jabot dry in agonizing silence. When he finally mustered enough courage to look back up at his sister, her eyes were blazing and the hand not holding her teacup was dangerously gripping the handle of her whip.
“You. WHAT?!” Franziska’s voice was dripping with venom.
“I admit it was completely unprompted and I was too enraptured in the moment to think clearly, but this was something I have been considering for quite some time. I was not asking your permission, only informing you that I am taking this step in my life and want you to assist in the manner.” Miles set his teacup and handkerchief down.
“Assist in what, exactly?”
“All I’m asking you to do is help plan the actual ceremony. Things such as the rings, tailoring the suits, and other personal things will be taken care of, but I want the actual date to be left in the hands of someone I trust wholeheartedly in making sure every last requirement is met perfectly and without fail.”
Franziska removed her hand from her whip and thought about the request. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs and took another sip of tea before answering.
“I will do it. But only if I am provided assistance for this immense project. There is no way something as perfect as my little brother’s wedding will be ruined by the lack of expert planning.”
“I can speak to someone about helping you. All I needed was the confirmation that you’d do it.” Miles folded his hands over his lap.
“And I will also be the Best Woman.”
“I couldn’t ask for a better candidate.”
“Hmph. Have you considered an actual proposal?” Franziska asked as she set her cup down to cross her arms.
“Of course I have. What do you take me for? But there is still one issue.”
“And what is that?” a pointed eyebrow was raised.
“I still have yet to buy a ring,” he muttered.
The crack of the whip forced him to stand and use his once occupied chair as his only defense.
“YOU FOOL!”
June 30. 6:29 PM. Edgeworth Residence.
“Daddy are you hiding something?”
Phoenix jolted out of instinct and banged his head on the coffee table. He set the report he had dropped back onto it and stood, facing his daughter as she puffed her cheeks out in a way that was all too similar to her Auntie Maya.
“What makes you say that, Truce?” Phoenix gingerly rubbed the now sore spot forming on the back of his head.
“Because every time you talk to Papa you have this nervous look in your eyes. Plus, last night when he asked you if you were okay, you began twisting the chain for your locket. So tell me; what’s going on?”
Phoenix reminded himself to thank Thalassa for instructing Trucy on how to detect people’s tells without the family bracelets. Until then, he sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to him. She curiously tilted her head, but sat down.
“If I tell you this, you have to promise me that you won’t tell Miles.”
“Daddy, you know I don’t like keeping secrets,” Trucy pouted.
“Trucy.” Phoenix turned his expression serious, a feat he hardly ever used with his daughter. “If you’re really desperate to know, then you have to swear secrecy. I cannot risk this being known before the right time. Do you understand?”
Trucy fiddled with the clasp on her cape, but nodded.
Phoenix took a deep breath and reached behind him for his suit jacket. He unzipped the secret pocket on the inside and pulled out a deep maroon velvet box. The box unclasped and revealed the precious item hidden inside.
“I want to ask Miles to marry me.”
Trucy was stunned silent, giving Phoenix enough time to close the box back up and restore it into its proper hiding place. When the jacket was back over the couch, Trucy squealed in delight and threw her arms around Phoenix’s neck.
Phoenix steadied himself with the hand not returning her enthusiastic hug. “I take it you’re excited?” he grunted.
“Of course I’m excited! I’ve been waiting for this since I first met Papa! What made you decide to ask now?”
They separated as Phoenix started awkwardly laughing, as if he had just heard a not-so-funny joke. “Y’see, the thing is, he already asked me.”
“WHAAAT?! Daddy!? If he already proposed, why are you thinking about asking him?”
Phoenix turned bright red at that. Despite her being almost nineteen, Phoenix was still uncomfortable with the thought of saying - or even implying - anything related to the circumstances that led to Miles’ sudden proposal. He opted for a sheepish grin and left it at the explanation that it just wasn’t the right setting for a proper proposal.
Trucy suspiciously squinted at the implications, but let the subject drop. “Have you told Auntie Maya or Pearly yet?”
“I’m going to call them after the fact. I don’t want Pearls to get her hopes up, just in case.”
“But Papa already asked you. What makes you think he’ll say no?”
“You can never be too sure about these things. Like I said, it’s all about the time and place that helps someone decide.”
“Aw jeez are you gonna need me out of the house again?” Trucy groaned and rolled her eyes.
“Actually, I want you there with us, filming for Maya and Pearls. And Apollo,” Phoenix added with a knowing smile.
Trucy’s eyes grew with excitement. “Do you think he’ll come?”
“Athena asked if the two of them could be my ‘groomspeople’, so there’s a chance that he’s already preparing himself for it.”
“Who’s preparing for what?” Miles asked from the doorway. He had just returned from his walk with Pess, and thankfully only heard the last half of that sentence.
“Polly might be coming home for a visit soon, and Daddy was thinking of the mental work he’d be needing to do when he gets here.” Trucy’s quick thinking thankfully saved Phoenix yet again.
“He’s been gone for barely a year and you’re already anticipating tormenting him the moment he returns,” Miles said fondly as he hung his coat up.
“I said he might be planning on it, not that he’ll definitely be here next week. I’d need far more time to plan a return party if that were the case.” Trucy stood and gave Miles a quick hug before leading Pess to the kitchen with the promise of a treat.
“She already knows the disappearing treat trick. You’ll have to teach her something else.” Miles called after her before crossing to the sofa to plant a kiss to the top of Phoenix’s head.
“Aim a bit lower. I just banged the shit out of my head on the coffee table.” Phoenix then motioned over the still sore spot, feeling his heart flutter at the satisfied chuckle that escaped Miles’ lips before feeling them carefully press onto his scalp.
“How on earth did you manage that?” Miles muttered before standing upright.
“Trucy startled me when I was picking up the case report that fell underneath it. Good thing I was blessed with a thick skull.” Phoenix smirked as he stood.
“Too bad that thick skull of yours sometimes prevents me from properly doing my job.” Miles grabbed the case report and set it into Phoenix’s hands.
“Well next time pick a case that won’t be against me, since you only have a knack for those nowadays.” Phoenix stepped closer to affectionately rub his nose against Miles’.
“But this was a special circumstance. Besides, you know my position as Chief Prosecutor limits the amount of cases I’m allowed to work.” Miles set his hands over Phoenix’s.
“Tell you what. Let me win easy tomorrow, and I’ll buy you a celebratory dinner.” Phoenix’s heart was pounding. Maybe then he’d finally get his chance to pop the question.
Miles snickered. “As if.”
“I’ll prove my client innocent one way or another. But it could benefit you if you help me win.” Phoenix spoke with a sing-song voice and a cleverly raised eyebrow.
“And if I end up winning?”
“Then I suppose you’ll have to make it up to me somehow.”
Miles held Phoenix’s chin in place with his fingers. “Then the prosecution has no more arguments.”
“And the defense rests,” Phoenix murmured before they met each other halfway with a chaste kiss. When they separated, Phoenix wore a mirth filled grin that rivaled Miles’ own smile that forced his nose to scrunch up. Phoenix released a contented hum as their foreheads pressed together and their eyes fluttered shut.
“Are you two being mushy in there?” Trucy called from the kitchen.
“Of course not. Why on earth would you think that?” Phoenix sarcastically responded.
Trucy groaned in exasperation as her fathers briefly kissed again, but quiet laughter from both of them quickly broke them apart.
‘Even if I end up losing, I’ll ask him at that dinner. Even if it’s the last thing I do.’ Phoenix thought as he joined Trucy in the kitchen while Miles left for their room to change.
July 1. 2:45 PM. Prosecutor’s Office. Main Lobby.
“Have either of you noticed that Herr Edgeworth has been acting strange lately?” Klavier asked quietly enough to keep the boss from overhearing.
“He has been acting as his normal foolishly strange self,” Franziska forcefully insisted.
“But something has clearly been on his mind for at least a few weeks,” Simon muttered as he absentmindedly rubbed his chin.
“So you’ve noticed it too, Herr Blackquill.” Klavier turned a nearby chair backwards and stradled it.
“What is it that you’ve noticed, Simon Blackquill?” Franziska asked with her eyebrows furrowed suspiciously.
“I believe Edgeworth-dono has marriage on his mind,” Simon concluded with a smug grin. Franziska looked ready to ask how he’d managed to figure it out, but he spoke up before she had the chance to.
“Well, psychologically speaking, Edgeworth-dono has had a plethora of pleasant moods within the most recent weeks. Considering his more lenient attitude towards the lack of victories from the workers here, I’d say he’s been hyperfocused on only one thing.” Simon quickly paused to make sure the boss was preoccupied with something else before continuing. When he noticed Edgeworth giving Detective Gumshoe a very stern talking to, he turned his attention back to the conversation, forcing the other two members to strain their ears a bit due to the low tone of his voice.
“I’ve noticed once or twice that his expression would relax immensely when he’d speak to Wright-dono over the phone, not to mention he immediately took the most recent case against the man. It’s hard to tell, but the front right pocket of his trousers has been a bit fuller than usual; perhaps hiding a little box with a certain type of jewelry hidden inside?”
The others remained silent, but their expressions were polar opposites. Klavier looked to be processing the information with glee, while Franziska looked ready to whip someone on the spot.
“Has Apollo mentioned anything? Fräu Cykes has been a closed book on the matter, despite the fact that she normally tells you everything.” Klavier said with a confused look.
“Why on earth would I be speaking to Justice-dono?” Simon asked with an offended glare.
“Because you and his brother seem to be growing close,” Franziska smirked.
“What happens between me and the sad monk is none of your business.” Simon growled, but then morphed his tone into a calmer one. “How did you find out?”
“Maya keeps me updated with her life in Khura’in.” Franziska spoke with an uncharacteristically fond smile. “That includes visiting a certain royal family when she needs assistance in her training. And sometimes the Princess chooses to gossip with her about… what was it? Her foolish brother’s annoying skunk-headed boyfriend?”
“Silence!”
Klavier wheezed obnoxiously as Franziska offered her fist for him to bump. “I’ll have to mention this to Apollo during our next call!”
“You will do no such thing, lest you wish for me to cut off that toilet brush that you call hair.”
The outburst brought forward Edgeworth’s attention. He had halted his conversation with Gumshoe and crossed to the trio of unlikely friends.
“What’s going on here? Why aren’t you three working?”
“My apologies, Miles Edgeworth. It’s just that this foolish samurai prosecutor has begun fraternizing with a monk.”
Simon angrily rose to his feet, but the blush coating his normally pale cheeks was impossible to ignore. “Well at least Nahyuta acts like he’s twenty-six years old.”
Franziska stood as well. Despite Simon having half a foot of height over her, she was loads more threatening than him. “At least she knows how to express herself and not act like an emotionally compromised fool!”
“Can you two please calm down!” Klavier pushed himself between the two imposing figures to halt the argument. “That wasn’t even the main subject of this conversation.”
“Well, whatever it was, it can wait until the three of you are off the clock. Or should I start discussing salary cuts every time you choose to gossip amongst yourselves instead of being productive?” Edgeworth had his arms crossed and tapped an impatient finger over his bicep.
Franziska huffed out an impatient breath and Simon and Klavier both bowed, though Simon’s was more polite and Klavier’s was more akin to pleasing a crowd as the three apologized.
“That’s what I thought. Now, get back to work.” Edgeworth turned towards the stairs with Gumshoe trailing behind him.
“So much for his ‘pleasant’ attitude,” Klavier grumbled. “He must be losing the case against Herr Wright.”
“We will continue this conversation during our weekly lunch meeting, are we clear?” Franziska snapped.
“Crystal,” Simon nodded before the three split off to their own offices to resume work.
July 2. 7:30 PM. It’s Italian! Restaurant.
Phoenix had been trying to retain his normally smug demeanor around Miles since his victory earlier that day as to keep the other’s suspicions about his plan to propose to a minimum. After picking up Trucy from school, he let Miles pick the restaurant for dinner, since Phoenix promised to buy if he won.
Good thing his client actually paid up front what he owed, since Miles chose one of the most high end Italian restaurants in the city.
‘Watch the bill be as expensive as the ring,’ Phoenix swallowed the thick node forming as he checked in for a table.
By the time they were seated and had their meal ordered, Phoenix’s hands were becoming damp from nerves. He only hoped that the condensation from his glass of water was a good enough excuse if Miles noticed.
“I may have gone a bit overboard,” Miles muttered as he looked around at the decor. “But I suppose this is what I get for letting my jealousy from your victory get the best of me.”
“I think it’s great!” Trucy poked her salad with her fork. “It’s very rare that we get to have a nice dinner like this, Papa.”
Miles was clearly still getting used to hearing her call him that, since the blush covering his cheeks was undeniable. Phoenix couldn’t help but smile fondly at the interaction. He could get used to this feeling.
By the time their food was mostly finished, Phoenix could feel the weight of the ring box pressed against his leg. He had moved it to his pants pocket in the defendant lobby after the trial, since everything was apparently going according to plan.
“Hey, Truce, do you think you could get a picture of us here?” Phoenix scooted his chair closer to Miles’ and set a hand over the small of his back. “I seriously doubt that the chance for us to come to a restaurant this nice is going to be few and far between in the future.”
Trucy nodded and pulled her phone out right as Miles gave him an odd look, but copied Phoenix in his hand placement and leaned to press their temples together. Phoenix quickly slipped his hand into his pocket and wrapped his fingers over the box. He placed his hand back over the table, keeping the box hidden from the other’s view.
Miles quietly hummed once Trucy snapped a few photos, but turned his head the moment she tapped the side of her phone with her index finger twice, indicating that she had started filming. Phoenix quickly opened the box and displayed the ring for Miles to see.
“Phoenix, did you really-” Miles had started to say, but cut himself off when he properly turned to see the precious item that would determine their future.
“Phoenix…” Miles breathed as a soft blush returned to his cheeks.
“I’ve been thinking about your proposal, and I thought that, maybe it would be better if someone who was better prepared for it popped the question.” Phoenix paused for a deep breath, but met Miles’ eyes to properly ask. “Miles Edgeworth, will you marry me?”
Phoenix felt the same determination flowing in his heart that he had only felt the day he asked to defend Miles in the case against von Karma. The hand not settled behind the box had slipped into Miles’, gently squeezing as he anticipated his answer.
Miles had a million different expressions displayed at once, but within a few seconds he had actually started laughing. It was lighthearted and joyful, and not mocking, making Phoenix’s uncomfortable gut feeling morph into something hopeful.
Miles slipped his hand free to push his glasses up and wipe at his eyes as his laughter subsided. “I must apologize for my sudden outburst, but it seems as if you and I are on the same wavelength, my dear.”
Phoenix’s eyebrow raised in confusion, but soon the other raised to join it as Miles reached into his own pocket and pulled out a midnight blue velvet box and opened it, presenting the precious item he had been hiding.
The ring was a gleaming silver, with a brilliant white gem held in place under a setting in the shape of a four pointed star. On either side of the diamond was two smaller dark blue gems, encased in four silver prongs. It truly was as gorgeous as the man who bought it, and Phoenix was more than ecstatic at the thought of wearing it soon.
“Miles…” Phoenix’s breath was shallow, as it was literally taken away. He felt tears beginning to pool in his eyes and a strong feeling akin to pure enlightenment as he glanced over at Trucy. Her expression was just as shocked as he felt, but her phone’s camera was still pointed at them. He slowly met Miles’ eyes again, huffing out a small laugh of his own at the realization at what was happening.
“It was as you said when I first asked, it really wasn’t the right setting. But I was correct to assume that tonight’s events would be the perfect place for such a question. I suppose it’s my turn to properly ask.” Miles reached over and wiped away the single tear that fell from Phoenix’s eye with his thumb. “Phoenix Wright, will you marry me?”
“I’ll take this as a yes to me asking?” Phoenix felt as if he held the world in his hands.
“Only if you say yes to me in return.” Miles’ smile was brimming with warmth.
Phoenix chuckled before excitedly nodding, letting Miles pull him close to kiss him.
A few people who were watching politely applauded, and the waiter who served them brought out a celebratory bottle of champagne.
When they separated, Miles had a few tears falling, but they were just as joyful as Phoenix felt.
“Well, are you gonna leave it in the box?” Phoenix smiled again. Miles lovingly shook his head and slipped the ring Phoenix bought onto his finger. Before Miles had the chance to ask, Phoenix took the silver ring and slipped it over his own finger. He couldn’t even act surprised at how well it fit.
Trucy stopped recording and rounded the table to enrapture her fathers in a big hug.
“Trucy, did you know about this?” Miles asked as he returned the hug with one arm.
“Yeah… Daddy asked me to film so we could show Auntie Maya, Pearly and Polly. He even asked me to get your ring size to make sure it would be perfect.”
“So that explains the odd trick that required my hands a few weeks ago,” Miles affectionately sighed.
“I’m just glad it was kept a secret until now,” Phoenix said as he rubbed his thumb along the seam of Miles’ sleeve.
Despite the intensity that would follow such an event, Phoenix could finally say that he was able to do the one thing he had been nearly dying to do since the day he decided to become a lawyer.
July 3. 7:12 AM. Edgeworth Residence.
Both Miles and Phoenix woke to the sound of a phone ringing. Phoenix drowsily groaned as he felt around his nightstand for the obnoxious object. Another groan escaped his lips as he read the caller ID, then held his phone a good distance away before answering, giving Miles roughly three seconds to prepare for the voice at the other end of the line.
“MISTER WRIGHT YOU GOT ENGAGED?!” Apollo’s famous Chords of Steel were easily heard from both men, despite the call not even being on speaker.
“Ugh…” Phoenix groaned once again as Miles turned in bed to avoid being a part of the conversation. “Yeah. Last night actually. I take it Truce sent you the video?”
“She made a group chat with me, Maya, Athena, Klav, Kay, someone that apparently Klav knows named Sebastian, and Mom just to spread the news. But what exactly did Mister Edgeworth mean by when he ‘first asked?’”
“Well…” Phoenix awkwardly cleared his throat, forcing a visceral feeling akin to dread beginning to settle in Miles’ stomach. He will never be able to escape the embarrassment of asking during such an intimate moment, it seemed. “Let’s just say it was after a certain something happened and the moment was just-”
“Forget I asked.” Apollo sounded like he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes. But he was almost hard to hear due to the sudden quiet tone he spoke with next. “But… are you considering any candidates for groomsmen yet?”
“Nothing’s set in stone yet, besides Maya definitely being my Best Woman. I do think it’d be appropriate to have you and Athena stand by me at the altar. It’s only fair considering everything you both have done for me.” Apollo sounded ready to retort, but Phoenix stopped him. “Before you say anything, your work with Klavier helped show that I was never a fraud, and Athena’s therapy sessions have done so much more than I ever could have hoped for. It’s the least I could do for you guys. Besides, she already asked me when she caught me looking at rings.”
Miles tuned out the rest of the conversation, as his own phone lit up with a text from Franziska. She had sent a paragraph filled with words of congratulations, but also threatened ‘the whipping of a lifetime’ if she were to encounter any type of interference with the planning.
Franziska von Karma: “As long as I have someone there to assist me, as promised, things will be absolutely perfect.”
Miles chuckled as he typed a reply. “Once the news gets out, we’ll speak to someone about helping you.”
Franziska von Karma: “I must once again congratulate you on finally managing to properly propose to that fool. But please do not wait another ten years before getting the actual ceremony done. I can only take my focus away from work for so long."
“We hope to be wed by this time next year. I hope that isn’t too soon.”
Franziska von Karma: “Don’t be foolish. That is plenty of time. I expect an answer as to who will be assisting me by five PM today. I will be at a trial until roughly four-thirty, so I will not be answering the phone before then.”
“I will discuss it with Phoenix. Shall we meet up for dinner tonight and tell you?”
Franziska von Karma: “That would be unnecessary. A simple phone call will do.”
“Very well. I’ll call you later.”
Franziska didn’t reply after that, so Miles put his phone back down right as Phoenix turned in bed and embraced him from behind.
“I still can’t believe we tried to propose at the same time,” Phoenix muttered before kissing along the area where Miles’ neck meets his shoulder.
“What I find so baffling is that you couldn’t wait for me to properly ask.” Miles beamed as he held his and Phoenix’s hands out in front of him, working every last detail of the rings into his mind.
“I guess I was just too excited with the thought of you becoming forever mine.”
Miles sighed at once again remembering the sudden proposal, though this time it was with contentment at the thought of Phoenix becoming undoubtedly his.
“I guess we should tell Larry,” Phoenix said after some time. He sounded almost reluctant to bring it up with their childhood friend, but they both knew the consequences that would appear from not inviting him.
“Maybe later.” Miles turned and slid his hands to cup Phoenix’s cheeks and pull him in for a heavenly kiss. They’d work out the details another time, because right now, they were content with just passing the morning by as husbands-to-be.