I was cleaning the house intently. Hanging pictures on the wall of the living room.
My partner WG walked in the living room. He mentioned I didn't answer a question he asked of me two weeks ago.
The question he wanted to hear was an answer I gave to my ex. Dennis had asked if I was going to marry WG.
I had told WG about being asked that. And then we started talking about something else.
On this day WG again asked what I told Dennis.
I walked across the living room to where he stood. If he wants to know my answer - there was something he had to ask.
Me: "Then ask the question".
WG: Will you marry me? His voice kinda skipped. (Very unlike him to lose his voice.)
WG: Will you marry me? His voice kinda skipped. (Very unlike him to lose his voice.)
Me: "yes".