The Story
For thirteen long years, I lived with the woman I loved — no rings, no vows, just our little family and daily life rolling smoothly.
One random evening, during a lighthearted chat, she suddenly said:
“David… in a year, I’ll be married.”
I burst out laughing.
“Married? To who?”
She gave me a smile so calm it shook my confidence.
“When the time comes, you’ll see…”
Now listen — if there is one lesson every man learns the hard way, it’s this:
Never take a woman’s words lightly.
That night, something in my brain switched on.
I suddenly became a full-time “family builder.” Olympic level. Energetic. Dedicated.
Why?
Because in my head I thought:
“Before another man comes to collect what’s mine, I’ll secure the territory completely.”
Days passed. Weeks passed.
A month later — boom! Pregnancy confirmed.
With my mission accomplished, I relaxed, proud and satisfied like a man who had just finished a difficult assignment.
Nine months later, she gave birth to a baby who looked so much like me that even the nurses laughed.
But right there, while holding the newborn, she leaned toward me and said:
“David… in three months, I’ll be married.”
I shrugged.
“No problem. Whoever wants you can come take you with the baby. I’ve finished my work.”
I was joking.
But life… life was preparing a lesson.
The Day Everything Happened
Three months later, I was at work, quietly minding my business.
Suddenly — BOOM!
Drums. Trumpets. Singing.
A whole marching band entered the office like they were announcing a president.
Before I could understand what was happening, my woman walked in wearing a breathtaking dress, glowing like a bride straight from a fairy tale.
The orchestra began playing a love song as my colleagues watched in disbelief.
Then…
She went down on one knee.
One knee.
In front of everyone.
She pulled out a ring.
And said:
“David, we’ve been together for 14 years. If you don’t feel shame, I do. Since you refuse to propose, I’ll do it myself.”
Before I could blink, the ring was already on my finger.
The band screamed:
“HE SAID YESSSS!!! THE PRINCESS MAN HAS FINALLY AGREED!”
Everyone clapped.
Some recorded.
I just stood there… frozen.
I’m still recovering.
After the Proposal
That evening, she welcomed me home with a kiss worthy of a Hollywood movie.
Then she tapped my backside and said:
“Go cook dinner, my sweetheart!”
I almost obeyed — emotionally, spiritually, and physically defeated.
But something inside me yelled:
“Wake up, man!”
I took a deep breath, gathered the last bit of my dignity, and finally said:
“You win. Go ask your parents for the bride price list.”
And that’s how, after 14 years, many battles, and three children…
I drank all the juice and still kept the skin.
A happy ending in its own hilarious way.