“Rydey! I’m ready!” Rosalina yelled from down the hall.
I shook my head, making my way to her room. I watched as she jumped on her bed— a bedtime ritual she did to make her bed fluffier, or so she believed.
“I’m gonna be six tomorrow! I can marry Rydey!” she sang.
I blushed, trying to ignore the increase in my heart rate. “Who said you can marry me when you’re six?” I asked.
“Kadey! He said I can marry whoever I want as long as he said it was okay. So, I claimed you!” She pointed at me as she jumped up and down.
“And he’s fine with me being your husband?”
“Yup. He said as long as you treat me right and beat Xavier in arm wres-wresssss- the arm game,” she announced.
“I can’t beat Xavier in arm wrestling. He’s a pro.”
She stopped jumping looking devastated. “So…we can’t get married?” she asked, her eyes beginning to grow glossy.
I lifted my hands in defense, shaking my head. “We can! I’ll beat him! Just gonna take me some time to train my arm strength.”
“YEAH! I’m gonna marry Rydey, he’s gonna be my prince and knight!” she sang, returning to jumping on her bed.