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Don't Say No Ricky

Part Four of the Hey Ricky Series Pairing: Ricky Hauk x Reader Word count: 3603 Warnings: Mentions of sex Summary: As your wedding night comes to an end, you remember how the ring came to be on your finger. Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Masterlist | Ao3

The speakers thumped softly as the song you and Ricky picked. Your guests stood around the dance floor but you didn’t notice any of them. All you saw was your college sweetheart, the love of your life, and as of this morning, your husband. Your whole body grew warm as you stared at him. Everything that has happened to you, to him, to your relationship has to lead to this moment. The rest of your life was waiting, hand out for you to reach out and take it.

The soft white lights guided you to him and you took his hand. Ricky pulled you close, one hand around yours and the other on your back. You rested your head against his shoulder and he leaned his head against yours.

“Is it everything you imagined?” He asked in your ear as you both began your first dance as a married couple.

“Everything and more,” you said. “I love you, Ricky Hauk.”

“I love you,” he said, whispering your name with Hauk attached to the end. It fell from his lips like sugar and you didn’t know how you had gone your whole life with any other name.

Ricky’s warm breath disappeared from your neck as he pulled away and spun you. You laughed, coming back to him with both hands on his chest. You could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath your fingertips. It reminded you of his vows, my heart has always beat for you, and today I vow it will forever beat for you.

You draped your arms over his shoulders as his hands came around your waist. “Will you dance with me like this when I’m old and gray?” You asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“What if you have to have a walker?”

Ricky’s warm laugh filled your ear, making you drunk on the sound. “Then I guess I’ll be the one leaning on you.”

“What if we are both in wheelchairs?”

Ricky kissed you beneath the ear. “Then you’ll sit in my lap and dance like that.”

You smiled against his shoulder. “Forever,” you whispered.

“Forever.”

:::

The apartment was so quiet in the mornings. You had to get up earlier than your roommate for your English class so it was just you and dawn. Sometimes you forget that other people were awake with you. The world was so quiet during this time that you felt alone, but the best kind of alone. You weren’t scared of it. You relished in these moments.

You filled your to-go mug with your favorite morning beverage, grabbed a small snack, and headed out the door.

What waited outside was one of the happiest surprises you ever received. Ricky was pacing beside his beat-up truck, his hands down in the pocket of his jeans. He wore a Fleetwood mac shirt and had forgone his baseball cap.

“Just go up there and knock on her door,” he said to himself.

You bit back the smile that was threatening to appear. He had come to pick you up. Ricky Hauk, the poet who you had a crush on, came to pick you up and take you to class.

“Ricky?” You said, causing him to stop his pacing and look up at you. His big brown eyes widened like a little kid’s would after being caught snatching a cookie they weren’t supposed to have.

“I…. I um,” Ricky stared up at you and when you smiled down at him he felt everything in him calm. “I thought you could use a ride seeing as your car is in the shop.”

“I would love that,” you said, coming down the stairs.

Ricky smiled and ran to get the door for you. He was so kind, taking your backpack from you and setting it beside his.

“Thank you,” you said as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “For everything.” “It’s nothing, really,” Ricky assured you.

“It’s not nothing,” you said. “A lot of people wouldn’t do this. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The car was filled with conversation. It began with the assigned reading you had been discussing the previous evening, then about how parking on campus sucked.

“You should come to get lunch with me,” you told him as you walked to class.

“I don’t know if I’ll have time,” he said.

“You won’t have time for lunch?” You asked. “Come on. I owe you for the ride.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

You stop in your tracks and grab Ricky’s hand. He looked down at where your hand was softly holding his, then he looked at your big round eyes.

“Please don’t say no,” you said.

Ricky sighed, “Okay. Lunch.”

You smiled, jumping up and down a bit. “Yay!”

Ricky smiled as you swung his arm a bit.

“I know the perfect place off campus that serves the best tacos! You like tacos, right?”

“Who doesn’t like tacos?”

“Right?” You agreed. You had stopped bouncing but your hand was still around Ricky’s and you were swinging it back and forth.

:::

Almost two years later, Ricky is opening the car door for you. It’s late, the sun is down and the stars are out. The orange glow of the street lamps causes a little halo to appear around Ricky’s hair. You reach up and brush a curl from his face.

“What?” He asked after staring at you longer than normal.

“Nothing,” you said softly. “You’re just so handsome.”

Ricky’s lips curved up and his cheeks flushed. His eyes went from your to your lips before back to your eyes. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Not so fast,” you said, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him back in. His lips were perfect against yours. The way you moved together, you knew that you would never be able to kiss another person the way you kissed Ricky.

It had been a month since you had confessed that you were in love with your best friend and the two of you were making the most of your time together. Tonight, you had made a quick getaway while Joey, your third wheel, was over at a friend’s house.

“You know what I think will make this kiss even better?” You asked, finally pulling away.

“Hmm,” Ricky thought for a second. “Ice cream?”

“Ice cream!”

“Well then, let’s go,” he said, taking your hand and closing the car door. “It looks like they are starting to get crowded.”

The two of you walked across the parking lot hand in hand, you swung your arm back and forth. Almost two years of friendship. Almost two years of harboring massive crushes for one another. Finally, you were together and you weren’t going to let anything break that.

You each got two scoops of ice cream covered in your favorite toppings. After paying, you both decided that the small shop was too crowded to eat inside. So you went back out to the truck. Ricky held your hand as you climbed into the bed. You both sat, legs hanging over the edge, and ate your ice cream. You talked about the grad program you were applying to.

“It’s in England,” you told him. “You always wanted to get out of here,” he said. “I think it’ll be good.”

“But I won’t have you,” you said, setting your empty cup beside you and leaning against Ricky. “You won’t graduate until the winter after I do.”

“You’ll come back for Christmas,” he said, lacing his fingers with yours. “It will give me plenty of inspiration for poems about a beautiful girl exploring the world while I wait for her.”

“I’ve already applied for the grad program here. I’ll take it. Stay here.” “No,” Ricky said. “No, you won’t. You are going to travel and live the life you worked so hard to build.” “But what about you?”

“I’ll be here, waiting for you. When I graduate, I’ll join you.” “You promise?”

Ricky brought the back of your hand to his lips. “I promise.” His cheek gently rested on your head. “Besides, we still have your senior year together. And I plan to make the most of every second I have you here.”

:::

The beeping echoed in Ricky’s ears. He hated hospitals and looking back on his track record, you could see why. Ricky and his mom knew the ER like the back of their hands, having been so many times when Ricky’s father got too rough. He never thought he would be in one to see you.

You were laying there, hooked up to multiple monitors. Ricky watched your chest rise and fall. He slowly moved to your bedside, holding back tears. Your head was wrapped with gauze, hiding all the stitches but not the yellow and purple bruise on your forehead.

Ricky gently took your hand in his and squeezed. You didn’t squeeze back. He whispered your name. He whispered he loved you. You didn’t answer.

Ricky ran a hand down his face and sobbed. “I’m sorry. I never meant to scare you. I never wanted that.”

He wished you would wake up and brush his tears away. That he would wake up and what happened hours ago was all a nightmare and he could drive to your apartment. He would find you sleeping, with no bruise or stitches in your head. Ricky would be able to crawl into bed beside you and pull you close. You would stir and look up at him.

“What’s wrong?” You would ask, your voice heavy and raw. Your fingers run along his jaw.

“I had a bad dream. There was a man at the auto shop and he hit you with the gas pump. I couldn’t do anything but watch.”

You would sit up, the sheet falling from your body as you cradled his head to your breast. Your lips would press to his head.

“It’s okay,” you would whisper. “I’m okay. It’s okay.”

But that wasn’t going to happen. You would wake up and remember Ricky beating up a man and you would never look at him the same again.

Ricky pulled out a note he had written. He didn’t know how to say it so he put it in the only words he could think to write. Ricky left the note beside your hand, kissed your cheek opposite of the side that was swollen and bruised, and left.

Your roommate turned the corner and watched Ricky walk out of your room and towards the exit. She wanted to call out his name. She wanted to stop him, but she thought that maybe this was for the best. You would be leaving for a trip through Europe before grad school and she thought you were less likely to go if you had him.

She regretted not calling his name the second he disappeared behind the door.

:::

The leaves were beginning to turn and you were working hard to finish grad school. Ricky had moved in with you in your apartment in London, he had taken a job at a small independent bookstore and was writing a collection of poems, hoping to get them published. Your little life was perfect, and while you both had decided you wanted to settle in the states you made sure to make every moment here count.

Ricky was leaving to surprise his brother for his birthday. You couldn’t get away from classes but had Ricky take a large care package for Joey.

“He doesn’t need all of that,” Ricky said the morning before he left. He was sitting at your little dining table drinking his coffee.

“Yes he does,” you said, setting a book of Leonardo da Vinci’s inventions that you had found in a charity shop in the box.

“You spoil him too much,” Ricky said, standing up and moving behind you so he could rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you not like that?” You asked, putting some ribbon around the new sketchbook and pencils.

“I love it,” he said, kissing your neck. “How did I get so lucky to have a girlfriend who treats my brother like he’s yours?”

“He will be,” you said.

Ricky pulled away, tilting his head. “What does that mean?”

You shrugged. “Nothing.”

Ricky blinked a couple of times, your words replaying in his head. Then he was smirking and kissing your cheek.

“You're almost done getting it packaged?”

“Yeah. Are you packed?”

“Everything is by the door.”

“Good,” you finished packing the box, making sure the TSA could check everything.

“Are you going to miss me?” Ricky asked, his arms wrapping around you and leaving kisses across your shoulders.

“Not for a second. Stop!” You shriek as he pinches your side. “Of course I’m going to miss you, asshole!”

:::

Ricky had been planning to propose for a while now. The two of you had been dating for years but you had mentioned wanting to wait until after you finished your program before marrying. “One big life event at a time,” you had said. But now that your program was finishing up and you were set to graduate in the spring, and having dropped that Joey would be your brother, Ricky thought it was time to propose.

After celebrating Joey’s birthday, Ricky pulled his mom aside and asked about his grandmother’s ring. It was the only family relic they had and he remembered his mother showing it to him when he was little. He was surprised she had never pawned it for money but extremely glad she never did.

“I’m going to propose,” Ricky said as he took a plate from his mother and dried it with a rag.

She dropped the plate she was scrubbing in the sink and turned to him.

“Really?”

Ricky couldn’t stop his smile. “Yeah. I was hoping that I could give her grandma’s ring.”

His mom patted her hands dry on her apron before walking to her room. Ricky followed her and watched her pull out her jewelry box and inside was a small black box. She turned to him.

“I was hoping you would ask.”

Ricky took the box and opened it. It was just as he remembered. He stared down at it and he could see it on your finger.

“It’s perfect,” Ricky whispered.

“She’s going to love it.”

“What’s going on?” Joey asked from the doorway.

Ricky turned and smiled at his little brother. “What do you think?” He asked, showing him the ring.

Joey smiled, “Are you going to ask her to marry you?”

“Do you think she’ll say yes?”

“Eh,” Joey made a noise of uncertainty. Ricky playfully pushed Joey’s shoulder. “Yeah, she’s going to say yes,” Joey said with a smile.

:::

The apartment was quiet when Ricky arrived home. You would be studying in the library around this time so Ricky had plenty of time to make sure he had everything ready to propose to you tomorrow. He wanted to take you on a picnic to your favorite park at dusk and propose there. It was going to be intimate and perfect.

Ricky tucked the ring into the pocket of his coat that hung on the rack beside the door. He pulled out the picnic blanket from the closet and threw it in the wash, and made sure the basket was where it was supposed to be. He had a mental list of the foods he was going to buy and was looking through the wine shelf when he noticed that the new bottle of your favorite wine was missing. It was strange as you two planned on opening it together because you rarely got a chance to have a bottle. He checked all the shelves and the fridge but still couldn’t find it.

Where could it be?

Ricky began pacing back and forth, muttering to himself, trying to figure out how he would be able to get his hands on a bottle. It came from a small vineyard in France you two had gone to a few years prior. Shipping took weeks, it would be too late in the season to have a picnic. He leaned into the counter, staring up at the wine shelf.

Two arms came around his waist and he felt something press into his shoulder.

“I missed you,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his clothed shoulder.

Ricky sighed, leaning into you. “I told you.”

“You’ve been gone for a week and the first thing you say to me is I told you so?”

Ricky chuckled and started to turn to look at you.

“Not yet,” you said, raising your hands to cover his eyes. He smiled, “What are you planning?” “I should ask you the same thing,” you said, guiding him to the bedroom.

Ricky could feel his heart beating in his ears. His hands came out in front of him as he tried to feel where he was going. “Do you not trust me?” You whispered in his ear. Your breath was warm and sent a shiver down his spine.

“I trust you,” he said as you guided him into the bedroom. “Is this a sex thing? You must’ve really missed me.”

You giggled.

“No, it’s not a sex thing,” you said. “Keep your eyes closed.”

Your hands disappeared and you stepped away from him. You grabbed the little black book off the bed, careful of the glasses and bottle of wine.

“Can I open it?” Ricky asked.

“Not yet. I want to say some things.”

Ricky shifted a bit, worried what words could possibly fall from your mouth.

“Ricky Hauk. Love of my life.” You looked down at the book in your hands. You knew you should’ve written something down but you weren’t as good with words as he was.

“I know you’ve been planning, and I want you to keep planning,” you said, taking the book and sitting on the bench in front of him. “But I also want you to know how I feel. I want you to feel it.”

Ricky whispered your name. It was soft and warm.

“I’ve been in love with you since you sat beside me in English. I can’t imagine a life without you in it beside me.”

Ricky reached his hand out and you took it, squeezing tight.

“I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Wherever you are, I want to be there. You writing and me doing my thing. Together.”

With your other hand, you traced the name engraved on the book. Ricky Hauk.

“Can I open my eyes?” He asked. “I want to kiss you.”

You laughed, but it was thicker than normal. Tears were streaming down your cheek. You swept your legs under you, pressing the book to his chest, you leaned up and kissed him. It was soft and sweet.

“Marry me, Ricky Hauk?” You whispered when you pulled away.

Ricky’s eyes fluttered open and he finally saw you. You were in a little blue dress you had gotten on one of your trips. It was his favorite. You had a couple of tears falling down your cheek.

“You beat me to it,” he whispered, wiping away your tears.

“I don’t want you to think I don’t want you to propose,” you assured him. “I just, I wanted to make sure you knew how much I wanted it too.”

Ricky kissed you again.

“Well?” You asked between kisses. “So don’t say no, Ricky.”

Ricky chuckled, dropping his head to your shoulder. “Yes,” he kissed the exposed skin. “Yes,” he kissed up your neck. “Yes,” his lips pressed to your jaw. “Yes,” he said, capturing your lips once more.

He pushed you back onto the bed gently.

“Wait,” you squealed as the bottle of wine rolled towards you.

Ricky grabbed it and set it and the glasses on the bench at the foot of the bed before crawling on top of you. You giggled as he kissed every bit of you followed by a soft “yes.”

Then he saw the book.

“What’s this?” He asked, taking it from you.

You sat up as he moved to sit beside you. Ricky looked at the book then up at you. You leaned into him and kissed his shoulder.

“It’s everything you worked so hard to write,” you said.

Ricky looked down at his name engraved into the black binding and the title of his first collection of poetry. His throat burned and a tear ran down his cheek.

“You did this?” Ricky asked.

“No,” you said, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. “You did this.”

Ricky opened the book and on the first page was a note you had written.

“I know I’m not the best with words,” you said.

“It’s perfect,” he said, kissing your forehead. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Not as lucky as I am to have you.”

The next day, Ricky took you to the park where he proposed just like he planned with his grandmother’s ring.

You said no.

Then you smiled and pushed him so he was laying down. You leaned over him and kissed him. “Of course, I’m going to marry you.”

“You’re such an ass,” he said before kissing you again, and again, and again.

:::

The party was coming to an end. You and Ricky were the only ones left on the dance floor. Your head on his chest and his cheek pressed against the top of your head. He swayed you gently back and forth. It was the perfect moment to just be husband and wife.

“I love you.”Ricky kissed your head. “I love you, too."

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