A/N: I'm a horrible person. I was actually thinking about this in regards to me and my current crush, because this is what I do, fantasize about things that will never actually happen, but my life pretty much works out as a Dasey. Tehe. It's despicably short, I'm sorry for that, but it's just a take on how a marriage proposal could perhaps go between those two.
The first thing out of my mouth is "Are you kidding me?"
He doesn't respond, just gets down on one knee, and I know the answer.
"No, apparently you're being serious. Okay." And he looks at me and he bites his lip and it's then I realize, oh hey, I'm the one doing the torturing for maybe the first time ever in this relationship.
And I cover my face with my hand and nod and for a second I think that tears are actually going to leak out of my eyes, but I manage to regain control. Barely. "Yes, Derek. Holy shit, I love you so much." And if I attack him, well, I'm sure he doesn't mind as he jumps to his feet and catches me, laughing.
"You would have to ruin the tender moment."
"What're you talking about?" It's not like I've let go of him yet, so I've got a right to know.
"Oh, holy shit, Derek, I love you," he mimics. "It would've been so cute had you not gone and cussed in the middle. How are you going to tell the kids about it now?"
"I'm gonna tell them that Mom and Dad fell in love and that's all they need to know for now. We can tell them the truth someday."
He smiles, and while I never admitted to this, he's totally getting just as teary-eyed as I am. "I love you."
"I love you more." And that's enough for me.