Page 95 of The Quirky Vet

"Oh, fuck," I cry out as Fitz's cock drives into me, hitting places that have never been hit before. His cockhead pokes at my second ring, and fuck, that's a world of pleasure we haven't even begun to explore.

But I want to.

I want to spend the rest of my life with him, exploring each other's bodies, exploring the world, seeing, doing, experiencing everything we want to.

Which means I'm going to have to slip away and do something crazy. Something so unlike me that he'll never see it coming.

But I want to do it.

I want to surprise Fitz, sure. That's a very big part of it.

But I also want to do this for me.

To prove to myself that I can.

Because, goddammit, I am so ready to marry this man.

Again.

"I need a wingman, and you're it, whether you like it or not." Tilly drops her head onto her doggy bed and lets out an unimpressed huff. "Sorry, sorry. Wingwoman," I correct.

I suppose I could shoot the video at work, or at least have one of the guys help me out with it, but I want to do this on my own. I fiddle with the camera stand then squint into the camera, checking the lighting and backdrop to make sure it all looks good.

I've prepped videos a million times for Fitz, but I've never been the star of any of them.

Until today.

August 14.

It's a special day, exactly six months since Fitz and I got married.Apparently, since neither one of us can still recall anything from what happened inside that bloody Las Vegas pop-up chapel.

But even though we're blanking on the details, what's happened since then has been real. We've fallen in love, going from best friends to lovers to, well, I can't say husbands since technically we already are, but that's not going to stop me from filming a proposal anyway.

I want to marry Fitz, properly this time.

And I want to propose alone, and here, in front of the eucalyptus tree where Gramps got so excited when he found out we got married on the Goldie. It makes it even more special, like I'm not actually alone, and he's here with me in spirit.

If I'd had the chance, I would have shot this video earlier and spent a few days editing it to get it just right. There's a viral pet proposal challenge that's big on TikTok at the moment whereyou train your pet to 'deliver' the engagement ring, either by fetching it or presenting it in some creative way.

While I'm confident Tilly would have totally cooperated and done a stellar job, I haven't had a day off by myself in a week. On my last day off, I drove to the nearest jewellery store in Billabong Downs to pick out an engagement ring.

So a simple video will have to do. I have a feeling the only engagement metrics Fitz is going to be concerned about won't have anything to do with likes and shares, but with one simple word.

Yes.

At least I fucking hope so.

I give my hands a quick shake to settle my nerves, tap Record on the phone, and quickly dash into position for the video.

No silly dancing.

No lip syncs.

No special effects.

Just me. And a ring. Oh, and okay, I may have taken my shirt off, because if I'm going to push myself out of my comfort zone, why not go all the way?

I take a deep breath, run a hand through my hair, then start speaking.