“hypothetically speaking, what would you say if i asked you to marry me?”
It’s a little after midnight, and you find yourself cuddled up with Arin on the couch. You’re fairly tired after a long day of work, but you don’t want to go to bed just yet, enjoying the time you get to spend with Arin as the two of you watch another episode of Sailor Moon in your pajamas.
As the episode ends, the “continue watching” screen pops up, and Arin presses no, turning off the TV. “Alright babe, let’s get you to bed.”
You just snuggle further into his arms, and he laughs, pulling the blanket up around you. “C’mon, you need to get some sleep,” he insists, easily lifting both you and the blanket up off the couch, and you let out a small yelp as your arms quickly wrap around his shoulders.
“I can walk by myself,” you say, laughing through your words.
“Eh, I know, but this is way easier than convincing you to get up when you’re so sleepy.”
Sleepy, you like that word. Much cuter than tired, which you’re sure is how you really look. You open your mouth to respond, but know you have no way to argue his point, and settle for just leaning your head against him as he carries you to bed.
“Hey, Arin?” you ask as he sets you down.
“Hm?”
“Hypothetically speaking, what would you say if I asked you to marry me?”
He laughs a little under his breath as he lays down beside you, pulling the duvet over both of you. “Where’s this coming from?”
“I dunno, I just, I love you, a lot,” you reply, cuddling up against him again. “I don’t wanna live a life without you.”
You can hear his breath kind of stop for a moment, and he holds you just a bit tighter. “Well, hypothetically, I would say yes,” he shifts away from you to grab something out of his nightstand drawer, “and I’d pull out the ring I bought weeks ago, get down on one knee, and ask you the same question.”
He hands you what he’s holding, and in the dim lamp light, you can see a small velvet box. This time, your breath hitches, and you open the box to see a beautiful ring, set with your favorite gemstone. Before you can say anything, he continues, “Non-hypothetically, I’d forget about any plans I’d made and propose to you right here, right now... will you marry me?”
“Yes, yes, oh my god, of course,” you look over at him, practically beaming, and pull him in for a kiss. You can feel him smile against your lips, and you pull away for a moment to say, again, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, even if you did kind of ruin my proposal plan,” he teases, and you laugh even with the tears you can feel forming.
“We can do it again, I’ll probably get just as emotional,” you offer, and he laughs along with you, tears now slipping down your cheeks as his eyes start to water.
“I love you,” the words fall from his lips again, like a mantra, and you smile wider before pulling him in for another kiss.
Against his lips, you murmur, “And I love you.”
