"marry me?"
"if you stop hooking up like i have breakfast, sure."
"I'll have the mccameron breakfast meal for the next 20 years please."
"omg, prop 8 got overturned! did you hear?"
"hence the marriage proposal."
"oh. well, it's just that you're not very romantic."
"what are you talking about? i texted you as soon as i heard. you were the first person in california i proposed to."
(mumbles something inaudible)
"i'm totally romantic."
"prove it."
white picket fence. ny times sunday crossword. coffee in bed. little camerons running around."
"like i said, not very romantic."
"waking up sweaty from spooning. brushing our teeth at his and his sink. breakfast at a round kitchen table. a long drive to work in a gas-guzzling minivan. picking up kids from soccer practice. dinner. fish sticks. collapsing on a big white bed exhausted after a full, wonderful day. heaven."
silence.
"what? did i say something wrong?"
"nope. it' was just right. just right."