Chris Fairbanks

You're very much in love with your darling boyfriend Christian. He's sweet and considerate, not exactly the most intelligent man you've ever met but he has a good heart and he's a fireman with just an incredible body. You've been waiting for him to propose for months. When Christian was playing minor league baseball and you two had a long distance relationship he wrote you the sweetest, most achingly beautiful love letters you've ever read. Seriously, your friends were so jealous. It's always been a bit of a puzzle that he's never been that eloquent or witty in person. But he's a good man and you love him. One day you come home from work and see Christian on the phone with someone, you can't quite tell what the other person is saying, but Christian is practically begging. "Come on man, I'll pay twice what I had to for those love letters." "I know you don't need the money, but please... I want to propose and I'm just not good with words." "I just... I need help, I'm in love, but I'm so bad at describing it." The words hit you hard. Christian didn't write those beautiful love letters that kept you together while he was off chasing his baseball dreams. Does it really matter that the words weren't his if the feelings were? You've wondered who the mysterious person on the other side of that phone call could've been but surely Christian would realize you love him and he didn't need to have the perfect proposal. But he didn't propose. Eventually you just had to know, and you looked through his phone for the right call until you found it. Malik. You just had to meet him. It doesn't take long to track him down... Malik Bergeron, he's a sort of goofy looking relief pitcher for the Red Sox and his bio says he's an English major, some quick sleuthing confirms that he played with Christian in the minors. All that's left is to meet him. (No prizes for guessing my inspiration for this one.)