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Usually, he doesn't come home for the night. For obvious reasons. As a marine, he's obligated to sleep at the marine's barracks, in case of emergencies and stuff.
But sometimes, he gets a day or two off the job, and he gets to come home to you. He even gets to sleep in the next morning! He'll let himself do some oversleep because you're there and he can relax. Those are special days to him, no amount of hard work will be worth the trouble if he can't even have that.
And you know he's there, and he will be there, with you, in your shared bed, because he's always home by dusk. Whenever you can, you'll meet him halfway so you can go look at the sunset, like the cutesy couple you are, holding hands as you tell one another about whatever you did while you two were apart.
But still. Every time you wake up, and he's right next to you...
You can't help yourself but get all giddy with a big, toothy grin on your face. Because it makes you so happy to have him all to you, even if just for a day or two.
So you slowly turn your body to face him, if you weren't already, and you silently look at his sleeping face. Listening to his light snores.
You don't often catch him talking in his sleep, except when you're awake and he's still deep in slumber.
Usually, it's just a whisper of your name. Sometimes, it's your nickname instead. You snicker when that happens.
And then there was this time.
When you woke up, you were already facing him, and he was holding you in his arms, still asleep, as always.
You smiled at this soft moment, completely enamoured with this guy.
He started grumbling a bit between snores. You heard an approximation of your name, too. Then another snore, one more grumble, and then-
"Marry... me... Grrm..."
He went back to soft snores.
While your heart was pounding and your cheeks burning. He was still sleeping. Your big, sweet, clumsy idiot of a marine boyfriend. Who had asked for you to marry him in his sleep. Still fast asleep.
Literally dreaming of marrying you.
How did you miraculously manage to not wake him up with a warm hug and a huge kiss? You still have no idea.
Not too long afterwards, he had barely opened his eyes that he felt your nose touching his, soon followed by your lips, and he leaned into you with a smile as you kissed.
"Good morning to you, too", he greeted you with a raspy voice.
"Do you remember what you were dreaming about?" you immediately asked with an innocent smirk.
He looked at you. He stared at the ceiling. Something seemed to come back to him.
"Did I... say something in my sleep?" he hesitantly wondered as he looked back at your hardly concealed grin.
His cheeks had gained a bit of colour.
"Maybe~"
"It wasn't something embarrassing, right?"
When you didn't answer despite your smile, he groaned as he buried himself under the bedsheets, hugging you and hiding his face by pressing his nose onto your chest.
"What were you even dreaming about?" you chuckled at his sudden shyness, wrapping your arms around his head. You started playing with his hair. He loved whenever you did that.
"You..." he eventually admitted.
"I'm flattered~ Was I doing anything special?"
"You weren't. I was."
"And what were you doing?" you asked softly, your voice now a whisper.
"I was..." he had lowered his voice to match yours. "I was asking you something."
You didn't question him further, waiting for him to go on.
He came back from under the covers to look into your eyes.
"Was it what you heard me say?"
"I don't know. I won't if you don't ask me again."
He lowered his gaze, thinking.
He didn't want to ask. Not while you were in bed, of all places. He had planned to make that question special, at least more than it would have been if he had just done it at home. He didn't know how he wanted to do it yet, but he wasn't expecting to do it like a spur of the moment thing... or in his sleep.
His eyes darted back to your face. Your soft smile. Your own eyes showing a sort of glint, as in silent anticipation. Like you were glad, already...
He sighed, eyes closed, frustrated at himself. His brother would laugh at him later, when he'd tell him about how things happened, for sure.
But when he opened his eyes again, he was smiling at you. He knew what your answer would be, anyway. He had already asked, after all.
"Will you marry me?"