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You sighed as you milked the cow in front of you. The hot sun above you beat down on your neck. You cow mooed and you glanced up. The familiar face of Spain grinned down at you from under his hat. “Hey (Y/n).” he said.
“Hey.” He was your best friend from the time you were children. He lived on a farm farther out of town and came back every few months with crops and other materials.
It was late summer and everyone seemed to keeping married. You best friend had only just been married two weeks ago to the local store owner’s son.
“What are you doing?” he asked, leaning on his folded arms.
“Milk a cow.” You said flatly.
“Right.” He said his face red…probably from the sun. “So…” he said.
“So what?”
“How about it?”
“About what?”
“How about marry me?” You sort of froze up and then started milking the cow quickly not looking at him. “ I know it’s sudden.” He said quickly.
‘ You can say that again.’ You thought.
“If I lived in town,” he said, “ I would come everyday to see you, but I can’t. I would send you roses every week and then asked to walk you home. Finally I’d ask you to marry me, but I can’t. I have to get back to my farm…it won’t be another six months before I can come back with my grain…. are you going to make me wait all those six months?”
You ran you tongue over your teeth and hovered you hands over your bucket’s handle. You took a deep breath and looked up at him. The sun shone behind him. “I’d have to finish my chores frist.” You said.
He broke in a smile, “That’s my girl. I’ll go cleaned up and hunt down a priest.” You stood and picked up your bucket with both hands. He ran around the cow and in front of you. “ I’ll see you soon, my bride.” He leaned forward and kissed for a moment then pulled away and jogged down the road. He stopped and turned around and called, “Your going to be mine forever and always (y/n)!”
You stared at him and then laughed and watched him go. You looked at the sky, the clouds dance across the pure blue scape spelling out your wedding day. You breathed in the earthy air and hurried inside
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