Andrew had thought it was spontaneous, but Maxwell had planned it too. He didn't want to propose over dinner, he knew better, and he was all smiles once they had settled down and Andrew had kissed him enough to appease him.
Maxwell sat down, staring at the ring on Andrew's finger, a proud, primped look on his face. Maxwell's chest was fuller, puffed out, like a proud show bird who had finally got the mate that he wanted. Andrew wanted to make fun of him, but he was a weepy mess.
Maxwell had got him good.
The dessert tasted too sweet against his tongue, and the waitstaff were very supportive of everything as well. They brought over a huge bouquet of flowers. A mix of roses, baby's breath, and hydrangeas, a show that Maxwell didn't forget Andrew's roots. It made Andrew cry more.
Maxwell's smile was wide as he wiped away his tears.
