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It's so quiet." Fenton couldn’t help but comment as they looked over the bay. They were on top of the bin, overlooking the serene quiet of the nightlife of Duckburg. It wasn't often that the two were allowed a moment to step away from the lab. To step away from the bustle of their daily lives and take a moment just for themselves.
“Don’t jinx us, Fen.” Gyro couldn’t help but reply, one hand around Fenton’s waist as the younger man leaned into him. His other hand buried deep in his pocket, fingers iron clasped around the little box he had been holding on to for weeks now. Waiting for the right moment. Every fleeting moment of alone time with Fenton had been constantly interrupted and he’d be damned if he didn’t ask soon.
He almost thought that maybe they were cursed. Or he was cursed. As dumb as it sounded, he’d heard and experienced weirder occurrences since working at McDuck industries so the thought of being cursed wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibilities.
Fenton burrowed impossibly closer, a slight shiver running down his spine as the wind sent a chill around them. Gyro smiled, his face turning into Fenton’s as his beak found purchase along the top of his head. And Fenton couldn’t help but let out a giggle as Gyro kissed him, his beak tickling at his hairline.
“Fenton.” Gyro tried, his eyes scanning over the horizon. Scanning for any sign that they were about to be interrupted for what would probably have been the 100th time that month. Fenton hummed in response, adjusting his weight to his other foot as he waited for Gyro to continue. “There’s something I want to ask you.” He said. And Fenton craned his head to look at Gyro with a raised eyebrow.
Gyro took a steady breath, “Okay?” Fenton replied, not sure what was going on. He had never seen Gyro this serious before, as if the world was once again crashing around them.
Gyro pulled back and Fenton mourned at the loss of body heat, but when Gyro knelt to the ground he suddenly forgot he was cold. There, in Gyro’s hand was a beautifully elegant simple ring. Nothing that Fenton had ever seen advertised and the attention to intricate details and craftsmanship had all told Fenton that this was handmade.
“Fenton,” He began, the words stopping in his throat as he wondered how to continue. How did one profess their love and ask for that person to be in their lives forever? They lived together. They were raising Boyd together. How could he articulate every reason he had for wanting to propose when Fenton already promised to be with him forever? “Fenton.” Gyro tried again, watching as Fenton’s beak split into a large smile, the other man sinking down to eye level.
Fenton’s arms wrapped around Gyro’s neck, and he leaned forward to place a sweet kiss to his beak. A kiss filled with love and most importantly, with promises of forever. Fenton pulled away, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he nodded his head, “Yes.” he whispered out and Gyro sighed as a tidal wave of relief washed over him as he leaned forward and kissed Fenton once more. Again and again and again.