rpg_palace | David and Craig tell Marton (took place the day after the 2nd proposal) (Reply)

Marton sat on the couch with the paper in his hands. He was supposed to be reading it, but couldn't concentrate, his mind on other, much happier thoughts. Really, he thought, as he shifted in his seat and reached for his coffee, could today get any better? I seriously doubt it.

David turned to Craig as they made their way for Marton's room. "Are you nervous?" he asked squeezing Craig's hand.

Craig smiled and took a deep breath. "Well, it is my father, and I know he'll be happy," he said, thankful for his lover's support. "But, I've never done this before. Never thought I'd need to. So, yeah, I'm a little......afraid." He smiled weakly and closed his eyes for a moment. "Are you?"

"No, my knees always knock together like this," David grinned, "Yeah I'm a little nervous, but I know your father has always been kind to me. Just...well yeah I don't do this everyday either."

"Ok, then. Here we go," Craig grinned, raising his hand to knock on the door to his father's room.

Marton lets the paper drop into his lap, quite happy to be disturbed. Not like he was reading it anyway. "Come in."

David took a deep breath and looked at Craig as he opened the door. Why did he feel this damn nervous?

Marton stands up when he sees Craig and David. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise." he smiles. He waves them to a seat.

Craig sat on the end of the couch, pulling David down beside him.. "Father? Have you got a few minutes? We need to talk to you." He was determined not to blabber this time, but he was having difficulty keeping the broad grin from giving away their news.

David smiled at Marton but had a hard time actually keeping eye contact not to mention the fact Craig was gripping his hand so tight he wondered if he'd feel his fingers for a week.

"Of course." Marton eyes Craig. He looks happy, what's going on? Resuming his seat he assumes an attitude of patient waiting, one eyebrow raised in enquiry.

Craig's eyes shone as he completely forgot the speech he'd prepared. "Well. Father. We....that is....David and I....well,....oh, hell, David asked me to marry him and I said yes, and ...Oh, God. That's it. We're getting married!" Craig knew that if he were reduced to blushing already, David must be positively glowing right now. He risked a look to his lover that lasted just long enough to have his suspicions confirmed before turning his attention back to his father. He held his breath, unsure of what reaction to expect.

"You're . . ." Marton chokes. Dear God, of all the things he expected to hear, this would have to be the last. ". . . married?" He looks from one red-face to the other.

David nodded though he wasn't sure he was going to find his voice, "I uh...," he paused to clear his throat, "I asked him the other night. To marry me, and he said yes."

Marton turns his attention to David. "And," he says somberly "how do you intend to provide for my son, young man. What are your prospects?" But he can't keep it up and his face breaks into a wide smile.

David had started to process his questions, about to tell him that he'd just been promoted and then realized that Marton was joking.

Craig snorted and looked from his father to his lover, relieved to see Marton's grin.

Marton stands up and holds out his arms. "Come here." he says to Craig.

Craig jumped up and into his father's arms, relieved beyond words. "So....I take it you approve?" he laughed happily,

David smiles as he watches the exchange between father and son.

"Yes, I approve." Marton laughs. He looks at David over Craig's shoulder and offers him an arm too. "You as well." he grins. "Come on."

David moves into the embrace unable to stop smiling. "Thank you."

Marton hugs them both briefly and then steps back. "So," he asks "made any plans yet?"

"Well, we haven't actually gotten that far yet." Craig winked at his father. "He had to ask me twice, you know, so I guess he's pretty serious though."

David laughed and hung his head as yet again he turned a bright red color.

"Twice?" Marton looks at David. "Why? Miss something the first time, did you?" He, like everyone else, can't help but tease David. The man blushes so beautifully.

"My sister claimed my first proposal was unromantic, so she made me do it again," David said grinning. "I think I nailed it the second time though."

"And....yeah...he more than made up for it the second time," Craig stammered.

"Really? Do tell." Marton sits back down.

"Let's just say it involved a romantic dinner, candles, and fruit," Craig laughed. "And.....he even bought a ring." He held out his hand for his father's inspection, leaning over to kiss his red-faced fiancé on the cheek.

David hung his head when Craig said fruit. Why did he always insist on making him turn so red? He loved him but wished he wouldn't do that sometimes.

Marton inspects the ring and smiles. "Nice." he says. "You have good taste, David." He turns to Craig. "Have you . . . " he says quietly. " Have you seen your brother yet?"

Craig nodded. "You mean Christian? Yes. In fact....he was the first to hear our news. I wanted you to be the first to know, but he kind of walked in on us a little unexpectedly. And we had quite a talk." He smiled. "God, I'm glad he's back." Pausing, he let eyes search his father's face. "Are.....are things really ok with him being back? I mean....between the two of you?"

David just sort of sank back from the pair allowing them to talk.

"Yes." Marton's smile is soft, but warm. "Anyway," he gathers himself "that's a topic for another time. I just wanted to be sure you knew. I bet he was pleased," he says "Christian has always been so fond of you both. Separately, I mean." he qualifies. "and now together."

"Yeah. He was thrilled . Told me just to go and be happy, for a change. Which, I am, Father. I really am." He turned and smiled at David, clasping his hand tightly. "But, we do have one more thing to ask," he said, giving his father his most pleading look. "We were....well, I was wondering if you could maybe.....um......tell everyone else? You know, like a formal announcement or something? I'll call Mother, of course, and I'll tell Orlando, but....." His voice trailed off and he opened his eyes wide, an innocent smile on his face. "Please?"

David grinned looking down at the floor and then back up at Marton, "It has been just so hard to catch up with everyone, we haven't even had a chance to think about when we might actually do this, let alone let everyone know."

Marton gets up again, his hands on his hips. "Making the old man do all the hard work, eh? Well, all right then," he grins. "But you owe me." He waggles a finger at Craig. "Now, the two of you, out!" he points at the door. "Go moon at each other elsewhere. My working day is about to begin."

"Thank you again, Marton," David says softly turning toward the door.

Marton reaches out and quickly embraces an embarrassed David, "Welcome to the nut house." he says quietly.

David grins at Marton's whispered words and steps back looking at Craig. He didn't think Craig could look any happier than he had the past few days but he looked even happier now.

Craig leaned in and gave Marton a kiss on the cheek. "You're the best Father. I knew you'd be happy for us. Don't know why I was even nervous." He grinned. "Better start putting a few coins aside, ok? I want a HUGE wedding with lots of champagne and roses!" He scurried out of Marton's reach and hid behind David, laughing loudly.

"Oh God." Marton shakes his head sadly. " I knew I should have taken the girls. Far less trouble." He points at the door again, arm outstretched. "Get!" he tells him, grinning broadly.

David shook his head and laughed. Leave it to Craig to think of that...eloping didn't seem like such a bad idea now. "Come on." David said pulling Craig after him, "Thanks again!" he called as he managed to get Craig out of the door.

Craig cackled and allowed himself to be pushed out the door. "Love you Father!" could be heard amid the laughter as they made their way toward their room.

"Bye." Marton waves as the door closes and he sighs, returning his mind to the business of the kingdom was going to be hard after that and he'll never manage to keep the smile from his face. Ah well, he thinks as he heads for his desk, such is life.