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been thinking a lot lately, and I’ve had to make many decisions. And many factors to consider. Don’t look so sad. I have known you for a very brief amount of time, and I don’t know what it is, but you have reached my heart as no-one has ever done before. Maybe it has to do with that ’imprinting’ that you mentioned the first day we met. Or possibly it’s just you…your fantastic personality. But whatever it is, I cannot bear to live a single day without you.
So there are only two choices to make. Either you stay here in Seattle with me, or I move in with you and the other faeries. Those are the two options. I could see that you very much enjoy the city, but I can also see that you pine to the freedom of the great outdoors.
So, that being said, I want…no, I need to be with you. It’s the outdoors for me. Are you happy?”
In reply, she throws her arms around me. She knocks us off that branch and we crash past all the lower branches to land noisily onto a bed of dead pine needles. I think I picked up a few empty birds’ nests on my way down. Mel landed heavily on me.
“I stand up and as I’m brushing off all the pine needles and dead branches, I ask her again, ”Are you happy?”
“Are you daft? Of course I’m thrilled. Why wouldn’t I be, silly?” She says as she throws her loving arm around me. “Yes, I’m happy as never before.”
I wake from my dream to find her wrapped around me. Her eyes are greener than ever, as she looks into my blue ones.
I tell her of another plan, a surprise that I’ve been thinking of.
“I needed to see your reaction first, but now I need to ask you this.”
I get down on my knee before this dazzling beauty and as I take hand trembling hand, I ask, “Mel, Melissa the Mischievous, will you marry me?”
“Yes! Yes! And, yes!” she cries.
I stand up and give her my grandmother’s ring, which I’ve been saving for such as a grand occasion as this. She accepts it, and embraces me as never before, sobbing all the while.
Later after the excitement died off a little, we talk about the wedding. Should it be here or in the woods, with all her tiny friends present?
She tells me that Vespa, the Grand Faerie, has the power to marry us. She’ll get Wanda to do all of the arrangements. She will be thrilled.
“What about such thing as ‘maid of honor’ and ‘best man’, do you have those?” I ask.
“Yes, I think you should ask Fred the Fearless. He will be honored to be your best man. I know exactly who will be the maid of honor. That will be Princess Melrose, we call her Mel the Amazon. She is taller than all the other females in our group. She has beautiful dark hair and lovely dark eyes to match. At the moment she is visiting friends and family down in Arizona. I’ll have someone send her a message.”
I told her my plans.
I will keep the place here. Mrs. Louwicky will take care of it, and once every month or two we’ll come in to do business and go out on the town. I’ll submit stories or article to my boss. And if we are somewhere far, I’ll just e-mail them in.
As we sit here, making plans and dreaming about what it will be like, I ask her, “Why aren’t there any children around?”
“The story is that because our people are so closely united, that the childbearing process has reached its limits,” she tells me. “But if someone from here were to marry another from, let’s just say, Africa or China, the possibility of conceiving would be great…not guaranteed, but very possible,” she adds.
“Did you ever wish for children?”
“Yes, I thought about it often. My dream is to have three, one handsome boy and two gorgeous little faerie girls.” As she tells me this, I see a certain gleam in her eyes.
“I even gave them names already. My son would be called Sunflower. That’s short for Sunflower Petals. One of my daughters will be Lavender, short for Fields of Lavender, and my other daughter will be Ivory, also short for Ivory Blossoms. What do you think?”
I don’t answer immediately, my thoughts a far away. I’m imagining three bumble bee size winged baby faeries buzzing around our happy home. The concept of this brings tears of joy to my eyes.
She sees this and holds me ever tighter. I love Melissa more and more as each hours pass by.

My Melissa the Mischievous.
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Publication Date: 09-28-2010

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