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This had been going on for a while.
If Robby was to pin point down the first time it happened, the answer would have been in med school, not long after they had met.
Oh I bet you'd make a great husband, your hands… they just are missing a gorgeous ring….
Said when it wasn't legal yet to get married in the states yet.
But everytime Jack had a few too many, which bless him wasn't that often when they were together, he'd tell Robby one way or another they should get married.
Always having a good reason too.
"Next time you make some marry me blueberry pie, it better be for our bachelor party. Damn Rabbinavitch you really know how to make one wanna chase you down the aisle."
"No one knows me better than you.Its just natural we get married."
"We're already each other's emergency contacts, might as well take it a step further."
"It's legal now, we could use the extra days off and we'd save on taxes."
"You would always have someone to warm those cold digits of yours and I need someone to cool off with. Come on every king in the north needs a dragon queen."
Robby was always brushing it away as a joke. Jack was cute, but surely it was the alcohol which made him say those things.
Never actually taking Jack's offers seriously, one day Jack had borrowed someone's measuring tape and actually had taken down his ring circumferences.
"Better safe than sorry. Wrong ring size is a bad omen when you propose." Jack's words were a bit slurry and the way he placed a kiss on Robby's hand was a bit too wet, but Robby couldn't help but feel a little bit fuzzy and warm at the touch. The way Jack's awake eyes sparkled when he looked up from his hand actually had him blushing and turning away.
He kept telling himself it was a joke over and over.
20 years of it.
While Jack never had gotten down on one knee, due to it being rather uncomfortable with the prosthetic and well actually Robby stopping him every single time, he attempted in fear of his friend hurting himself.
20 years of drunk proposals.
They never spoke about it while sober.
During Robby's darkest days, where he was engulfed in the darkness of a blackout, he pictured Jack snoring next to him, pictured their runaway wedding and their lazy morning breakfast in bed day offs, sneaking kisses while handover instead of picking each other off the roof during the worst days. It wasn't even sex that was on his mind when he thought about being married to Jack, well after the kiss on his hand he had, more than he was comfortable to admit, thought about that aspect too. Yet it was the thought of being married to his best friend which made him cry, which made him beg for it not to be a joke.
Prayed for days where his lips knew of the other man's song.
It was the shift after pittfest.
Jack and Robby were in their local pub upstairs and outside away from all the prying eyes drinking to forget.
"With your sabbatical coming up, how about we turn it into a honeymoon. I know the perfect cabin for us. Get away from this mess for once."
Robby looked at the ring Jack was holding between his thumb and index finger, hanging in there like damocles sword.
the ring he had seen so many times
the ring he knew was made to fit him.
"I do. I will marry you. Actually, let's go home now."
Perplexed, the resident stared at his colleague for a split second open-mouthed before not wasting any longer to put the ring on his finger, slight tremor of excitement in his hand.
Sharing a heartbeat of quiet contemplation, admiring the ring finally where it belonged, Jack ran a hand through the short cropped beard, closing the gap between them indefinitely for a kiss that had been 20 years overdue.
There in the desperation of the kiss, Robby's wall of doubt began to crumble, there in the way his hand perfectly cupped Jack's head, the way his fingers seemed to ran smoothly like a rowboat on a stream through his curls, how hungryly his demands for kisses were replied.
Jack woke up with a heavy heavy head, grateful to have the day off today, but not fancying the soreness of a hangover and waking up in a bed that wasn't his without his crutches in sight.
Groggy blinking at the rays of sunlight creeping in through the blinds, he slowly became aware of his surroundings.
The familiar smell of aftershave attached to an arm draped around him.
A naked body pressed against his which was almost home.
The ring.
Fuck what had actually happend.
Rummaging through the pocket of his jeans on the floor, he found his phone, barely any battery left, the useless thing, over a hundred messages about 50 missed calls.
Jack was not one to panic, but something had happened.
Yesterday wasn't only just a blur
It was a big black hole.
Robby was slowly waking up as well, stretching before he rolled over to look into an absolutely befuddled Jack looking at him.
"What happened brother?"
"We got married last night according to your facebook page." Robby had a smirk on his lips, not being able to hide his amusement.
"Don't even joke about that…Fuck did we…"
Jack ran a hand across his face, somewhere between grinning like a million dollar man and sheer devastation that he couldn't remember anything.
Robby held up his wedding ring, before sitting up, patting Jack's back in support.
Maybe he should tell him it was just a drunken engagement and not a real binding marriage, but then Jack's lips were back on him and the world began to melt around him.
"Rabbinavitch-Abbot or Abbot-Rabbinavitch, which doctor am I now then?"
"I think we went for Rabbot in the end. Combining our names."
"I like that actually."
Jack ran his hand across Robby's hairy chest, stopping at his heart before Robby's guilt got the better of him.
"Would you actually marry me? Not just drunk confessions."
"We aren't married?"
"No, I'm sorry. You proposed to me, you've been doing it for the past twenty years whenever you're drunk. I said yes last night."
Jack threw himself back into the mattress, laughing.
"Fuck and here I thought I had missed our actual wedding…Wait why did you never mentioned I did that when I was sober?"
"I never thought you'd actually be serious."
"Oh I was, that's why I kept trying to ask you, when I was feeling brave enough."
Robby bent down over Jack, their necklaces touching before their lips did.
"I don't think I'm going to change my facebook status back." Jack muttered between kisses.
"So about that honeymoon in your cabin?"
"We're taking it. Fuck 20 years of proposals is a lot of missed opportunities."