For the Most in a Month Competition, Climb to the Top of Mount Potter Challenge (crayon), and the 100 Ways to Say I Love You Challenge ("You might like this.")
Victoire takes a deep breath as she looks around her room. It feels strange to think that she won't be here much longer, that she'll have her own home with Teddy before the week is out.
"Well, let's get started," her boyfriend says, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
She nods, a flutter in her stomach. She loves him, but it's still scary. This has always been home to her. Now, it's all going into boxes to be unpacked somewhere else. A new chapter in her story.
She starts with her clothes while Teddy goes through her little keepsakes.
"You might like this," he calls.
Victoire looks up, folding her favorite striped jumper. "What is it?"
Teddy holds up the sheet of paper. Bright, sloppy lines of crayon are scribbled over it. She steps closer, getting a better look at it, and she can't help but laugh. She remembers that drawing well.
She had been four years old when she drew the picture of Teddy. Of course, the only way you can tell that it's him is the bright blue hair sticking out of the stick figure's head. Hearts adorn the area immediately around him.
"I must say, the resemblance is uncanny," he teases.
"Shut up. I was a kid," she laughs, taking it from him.
"A kid who knew she loved me," he adds.
She blushes. Of course she knew back then. Everyone did. She remembers her dad talking to Teddy's grandmother one day, saying that he has a feeling that Teddy and Victoire are unbreakable.
"It's okay. I knew I loved you back then, too," he says, setting the drawing on the bed. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her close, pressing a small kiss to her lips. "Did I ever tell you that I asked your dad if I could marry you when I was six?"
Victoire giggles. "No. You didn't. What did he say?"
"He said that you would have to make that decision. Told me to wait until we were older," Teddy answers, grinning. "So, last week, I talked to him again. Didn't ask his permission. Just for advice."
"Advice?"
Without offering further explanation, Teddy drops to one knee. Victoire presses a hand to her chest. "Teddy, what are you doing?" she whispers.
"He said to just be myself, so, here goes," Teddy continues, taking her hand, his hand shaking with nerves. "It was always supposed to be us. Everyone knew it. We knew it even before we knew what love was. I was lucky enough to fall in love with my best friend, and even luckier that you fell in love with me, too."
There's that fluttering again. Victoire lets out a giggle as the sensation tickles her insides.
"It was always you. And it's always going to be you. Will you marry me?"
She throws her arms around him, pulling him to her feet. "Yes! Yes!"