A Thousand Years
It was a beautiful autumn day. The newly fallen leaves caressing the untouched earth. The slight smell of the last cook out swept across the autumn breeze. The sun was now kissing the horizon. I took all of this beauty in front of me in as much as I could. I made my way down the ever familiar dirt path to the house I now came to love. Stepping out of my jeep, I slowly walked to the newly remodeled home.
I came to the door that held so many new and exciting memories inside the home. Taking a deep breath, I entered the house. To my surprise, I was not greeted by the usual "Hello lovely, how are you this evening?" and the warm embrace and kiss that would follow. Instead, I found myself surrounded by thousands of lit pure whit candles and a light path of red rose pedals leading up the stairs and down the hallway to my favorite room.
I followed the rose petals until I came to the door to my utmost favorite room of the entire house. I gradually opened the door and stood in complete awe. In the room were more lit white candles and a bed sprinkled with red and pink red rose petals surrounding what looked like a note with a small box.
Walking over to the bed, taking in everything, I gently sat down and picked up the carefully placed note that had my name neatly written on.
My Dearest Stiles,
Ever since we met, you have been the only thing that I can think of. These past three months have been amazing and I hope that you know just how much I truly love you. I could not and would not wish for anyone else. Stiles, it took me all of one day to realize that we were made for each other. You are the owner to my heart and soul, you are my mate.
I Love you
-Der
"I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more"
Just as Stiles finished reading the letter, he looked down at the little velvet covered box. He ran his fingers over the box delicately and picked it up. When he was about to open the box, he felt slight pressure on his right should and turned around to see those breath taking green eyes that momentarily flashed that electric blue that he had come to know and fall in love with.
"Stiles," Derek began and got down on one knee, "Will you marry me?"
Stiles already knew the answer before the werewolf, his werewolf, asked the question.
Stiles finally answered after what seemed like and eternity to Derek.
"Yes! Yes I will marry you!" Stiles finally blurted out.
Derek, now hearing this, stands up and wraps his fiancé in his arms and kisses him with every emotion he can pour into the kiss.
