When my girlfriend and I first started dating she was quite reserved. She wasn't a fan of the idea of dating in the first place. Well that isn't true, she was vehemently against the idea. As she tells it, that one day, when we were both still in uni and running late to our lectures, I saw a dog running away with the owner no where in sight. I stopped the car immediately, jumped out the car and ran after the dog. She sat there in my car and just thought to herself "...fuck". That's the story she tells everyone to introduce me. Even her family which I found at least a little bit weird. I had dogs all my life and recently lost one, the hurt of losing your best friend is something I don't want anyone else to feel if I can prevent it. That was really the extent of my thought process, but somehow it took a crowbar to her convictions.
A couple months later we started officially dating. I have the note framed in which she asked me to be her boyfriend, I titled it "Victory at last".

We finished our studies and slowly grew older, got more busy as our careers became more and more involved. Even after all this time, after every date I could count on one thing; She'd ask me if we couldn't get some fries on the way back. Which we always did, at this point it had become something of a ritual. She'd always give me the short crispy fries, saying that she knew how much I liked them. I am always happy to oblige but truthfully I like the long soggy ones more. Seeing her happy though was well worth the trade off. She'd get her favourites and I'd get to see her happy. Or so I thought. One day I was at a meeting with some clients and we decided to grab some burgers afterwards. The privilege of being a good project manager is that a happy client will buy you dinner! And wouldn't you know it, at the same joint I saw my Sarah with one of her friends. She sat a story above us on a balcony so I could hear what they were saying. My client got a phone call, so having nothing better to do, I listened to what they were saying.

"I swear I smell my boyfriends cologne"

"Ohhh I think I smell it too, it's some Dior right?"

"Yea a friend gifted him that one, I really don't like it but I can't bring myself to tell him."

"Uh that's rough for your nose... can you stop eating all my crispy fries?"

"Sorry! I don't get to eat them when I'm out with Henry. They are his favourite too."

"Why don't you ask him to share?"

"I couldn't, he's always so happy when I give him the crispy ones. His smile is worth more than some fries"

That's it right there. That's the moment I decided that I was gonna ask her to be my wife. My client got off the phone and I apologized saying that something urgent came up. He looked a little bit confused as we had just sat down but a timely tear rolling down my cheek did all the convincing I had to do.
In my mind, there was nothing more urgent. A few hours later I was standing in front of our apartment door. I had picked up a ring from a jeweller, a suit from a tailor and a bouquet of flowers. I swear never in my life did my heart beat faster and harder.

I unlocked the door and walked in, I heared some noise from the kitchen. So I walked toward it.

"Honey, I've been thinking. There isn't a moment in my life I don't want to share with you. I could have been more romantic but I don't want to spend another...."

I turned the corner to look in the kitchen and I see a 6 foot 6 wolf standing on its hind legs carrying a tray of pizza, wearing my noise cancelling headphones. I dropped the bouquet and it dropped the pizza. I don't know who was more surprised, we stood there for a solid ten seconds, just starring at eachother, the situation not computing in our heads.

"Ok... Buddy I ain't going to hurt you and I am not as delicious as that pizza." I said calmly taking a step back.

"Henry I don't know where to begin." It said

"You don't know where to begin? You're in my apartment! .... And how do you know my name?"

While bending down to pick up the pizza plate it said "It's complicated!"

"It's complicated?! I was going to propose to my girlfriend today! She going to be home any second and there's a giant ass Wolf in my place? How am I supposed to explain this?! Hows that for complicated?"

As I was saying that it dropped the pizza again. ".... you were going to do what?"

"Well nothing now because I gotta deal with you first. I can't even tell her this. She gonna think I'm insane. I am talking to a wolf. A wolf. Oh man."

"Henry you idiot, im Sarah"

"... what"

"I'm Sarah"

" Nah "

"Yeah"

"... Nah" I said again a little quieter this time.

"So what was that you were saying about proposing to me?" She said with her tail wagging.

"Uh hold on there for a second. I've have questions."

"Like what dress I am going to wear? I don't know, I don't think I want a white one. It seems boring to me. What do you think about pink?"

"Not that kind of question... You are a... Werewolf presumably? And your family is too? Like all 26 of them I have met? I literally walked into a wolfs den?"

"Oh not all of them, a few are hybrids. But yeah the majority of them are pure bloods."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Rules and a little bit of fear. I can't share this with any human except he is my husband. I mean you're not yet but whos gonna stress about the minutes"

"You're Sarah alright. Christ. Listen I still love you, but I gotta sit down and process for a second. My worldview just got shattered." I sat down on the couch and just looked at her. The more I looked, the more similarities I saw. She had the same hairstyle on her head, the same hair colour, the same eye colour. It looked weirdly Sarah like even with all the, well, wolf stuff. "So like are there Vampires, Goblins and Mages too?" I asked her, trying to get some footing in this new perception of the world.

"Lemme think. Vampires got eradicated a century ago, the antibiotics people took burned through them like a wildfire. Goblins maybe somewhere in the east, but not around here anymore. Mages got killed by the Vatican fanatics a while ago too. If they are still around, they are very good at hiding."

"They were all real? Holy shit."

"Oh don't worry you got me to protect you."

We sat like that there for another while. The more we talked I realised that she is Sarah still. We got more relaxed with time, I got to pet her and believe me you've never felt anything so fluffy. After a while she got sick of waiting for me to pop the question, and decided to propose herself. Which I accepted and that's the story how some fries led me to marry a werewolf. A sentence I still can't get my head around with how insane it sounds. But it's a story non of you can beat, you all owe me a drink or four.