Marco.

It feels amazing.

To see the one person who brings you joy come walking down the street with flowers in his hand. He is grinning with wide eyes and those fucking freckled cheeks. I sigh and smile back embarrassed because I got him flowers too.

He presses his sweet mouth to mine and i can feel his smile. He murmurs something that sounds like potato or I love you. I laugh, "Hey babe. Did you get me flowers? that's so sweet! I got you flowers too."

He laughs and puts his hand on my cheek and fixes me with those smiling eyes that make my heart flutter. "I can see that Jean." he says, "You are so sweet to me." he murmurs.

I feel my face heat up and honestly after six months of dating him, you'd think I wouldn't get so flustered. I take our flowers and set them in the car.

"Come on Marco the reservation is for seven" I check my watch, "Don't want to be late." I set my hand on his back, helping him down the street.

The restaurant is a classy one. It had to be for tonight. So I picked out something special, something just for us.

We sit at a table for two and order some champagne.

"How was your day Marco?" I ask him.

"It was difficult, but I helped so many nice people Jean." He looks tired. I know how hard he works as a career counselor. It must be exhausting to constantly help people realize their potential. But i guess he finds it rewarding.

My hand finds my pocket and i straighten up, remembering the whole point of this night. I tap my finger on the top of the little box. Oh shit! Can I even do this? I sigh. It really looks much easier in the movies.

I check my phone to make sure Jaeger and Ackerman are on their way. They agreed to bring all our college friends back to our apartment, and completely deck it out with flowers and party shit. Damn! I hope this all goes well!

"Jean is something bothering you?" Marco asks sweetly, squeezing my hand.

"What me? No," I laugh nervously . "No I am definitely great right now don't you worry!"

"Oh Jean," Marco chuckles, "You are such a bad liar! But you are cute when you're flustered! I'll give you that!" He smiles "We can talk about it later if you want."

We finish our meal, which is delicious, and ride home to our apartment. I sweat nervously because honestly trusting Jaeger with something is like trusting a borderline retarded monster, It can't do shit and usually you get your ass kicked for pointing it out. Thankfully Ackerman was there too! She was relatively reliable!

"Jean did I do something wrong?" Marco asks suddenly concerned.

"What? No! You're fine!"

"You seem so lost in thought..."

I grab his face gently and press my lips to his. Assuring him that everything is perfectly fine.

He blushes. It's so cute.

The door swings open and rose petals and cherry blossoms float out of the door.

Wow! They really outdid themselves! The place looks amazing! Like a freakin shojo anime! All our friends are there, with roses and wine. It was so perfect. I turn to Marco, his face is illuminated with joy.

I sink down on one knee and he covers his mouth with his hands. He looks only at me.

I pull out that little box and pop it open. I hear the cameras flashing in the background.

There are tears in his eyes and he is already smiling under his hands.

"Marco, I have never met someone who i love as much as you, and i hope that i will never have to be apart from you ever in my life... Marco Bodt...will you marry me?"

He nods enthusiastically, tears on his cheeks. "Oh god Jean yes!"

He wraps his arms around my neck and engages me in the best kiss of my life. It was so passionate, i could feel his heartbeat and his warmth and it made me never want to let go.

I never wanted to break that kiss.

Not for the world.

"I love you Jean Kirsten"

"I love you Marco Bodt"