You opened the dryer, pulling the warm sheets into your lap. You sighed contentedly as the warmth of the freshly washed sheets seeped into your skin. You stood, closing the dryer door, and took the sheets into the bedroom, listening to the sounds of your boyfriend, Gilbert, shooting video game aliens.
You tossed the sheets onto the bed, not realizing that the shooting sounds had stopped. A few seconds later, Gilbert was sneaking into the room behind you, smirking. He jumped out and yelled. You jumped and squeaked, surprised by gilbert’s sudden appearance. He rolled onto the floor laughing at you.
You grumpily turned back to the sheets on the bed and began to separate them muttering under your breath. Gilbert’s arms wrapped around your waist as he looked over your shoulder at what you were doing.
“Unless you’re going to help, you can go back to killing aliens.” You looked to the side, trying to see his face.
“I’ll help! The awesome me is gut at doing zhis stuff!” You raised an eyebrow at him, but said nothing.
“Go to that end of the bed, and let’s get this bottom sheet on.” Gilbert walked to the other side of the bed, and you tossed him one end of the sheet. You went to tuck the sheet under the mattress, but realized it wouldn’t fit. You looked at it, trying to see if you had it in the wrong direction.
Then you saw Gilbert trying to force the sheet onto the opposite side of the bed, diagonal to you. You face palmed.
“Gil, we have to do the same side or it doesn’t work.” He looked up, whistled, and started on the other side, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Next, the top sheet. You spread it out, again tossing one end to Gilbert.
He tossed it up into the air, laughing his kesesese laugh. You rolled your eyes but grinned anyway. And then Gilbert did the unexpected. He tackled you, rolling you onto the bed, the sheet falling over the pair of you. You laughed, squirming as he tickled you.
“Gil! We have to make the bed!” You forced the sentence out between laughs.
“Nein! Zhis is more fun!” You pushed him off, sliding away from his tickling hands, and attempted to stuff a pillow into its case. But Gil pulled you back down, crashing his lips onto your own. You melted, abandoning your attempts to make the bed in an orderly fashion, and kissed him back.
For a few moments, the pair of you laid there, Gilbert having thrown the top sheet over your heads. Then Gilbert shouted, making your ears nearly fall off.
“Gilbird!” It was a few seconds before you could hear again, but soon enough, you heard a small “Piyo!” and felt the edge of the sheet lifting as he hopped under. Gilbert reached dup and untied something from around the little yellow bird’s neck. Gilbird crawled into your hair, nestling in.
“Liebe, you are zhe most awesome person I have ever met, and I love you more zhan anyzhing.” Gilbird tweeted. “Vould you be Mrs. (Name) Beilshmidt?” His red eyes looked into your (e/c) eyes, and for a moment you didn’t know what was happening. Gilbert held up the thing that had been tied around Gilbird’s neck. It was a ring.
You gasped, and then smiled, rolling onto Gilbert and kissing him, overwhelmed with joy. You pulled away, still smiling. “I would love to be Mrs. (Name) Beilshmidt!”
Gilbert looked relieved and happy as he slid the ring onto your finger, and pulled you close. “Ich liebe dich, (Name).”
“Ich liebe dich auch, Gilbert!”