Fitz walked into her room at Nightshade. He pulls flowers from behind his back.
"Hey Soph," He said, "What's wrong?" He asked when he noticed your tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. Fitz drops his bouquet to the ground, letting petals fall out.
"Am I freak?" She asked, not meeting his eyes.
"What? No! Who said that?" Fitz asked concern written all over his features.
"Um, no one."
"Doesn't sound like no one," he said, grabbing your hand.
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes, it does," He reassured her, "Tell me. Please?"
"What will you do if I tell you?" Sophie asked him, seeing anger rise in his eyes.
"Go have a little chat with them, is all," he said, but the look in his eyes, the fierce urge to protect the love of his life, said otherwise.
"No. I can't."
"Yes, you can," Fitz said, reaching up to brush a tear off her cheek.
"Do you love me?" She met his eyes, seeing the stunned look in them.
It was his turn to look at his feet. "Sophie, I have, and always will, love you forever," he knelt in front of her, "I was going to wait until our 5 year anniversary dinner tomorrow, but…" he trailed off, pulling something from his pocket. She sucked in a breath, seeing it was a ring.
"Fitz, I-I…"
"Sophie Elizabeth Foster, the love of my life, will you make me the happiest man in the world," he paused, letting this sink in,"Marry me?"
"Yes!"