Frary & some Kennash vibes today. Oh and some Ed Sheeran. It's short. Had this sitting in my files for a while actually. Now's the perfect time to post it. Lockdown vibes.
"What are they up to?" Mary asks Kenna as they look at the directions given to them by their boyfriends. "We've passed this place twice before!"
Kenna tuts, turning the map. "If we'd just-"
"What is this even?" Mary continues. "What happened to nice evenings on the sofa with a boxset, hmm?"
Kenna giggles. "It's Valentine's! I'm not complaining!"
"Wait!" Mary says quickly, hushing them. "Do you hear that?"
Kenna stops and strains her ears. She smiles, nodding. "Is that...?"
"Ed Sheeran," Mary breathes out. "I think we're in the right place or close enough."
They follow the music for a good few yards until they end up at an open outdoors space. It's been transformed into a fairytale wonderland, lights, mason jars, butterflies... Everything.
"Oh, wow," Mary whispers, eyes sparkling with the warm glow of the lights in the darkness.
Suddenly, darkness plagues her and she feels hands over her eyes. She grins and places her hands on top of her mysterious intruder's. His hands are warm and she knows whose hands they are.
"I've already seen everything," she says.
"Not everything," Francis replies, pressing a kiss on the back of her head as he cautiously manoeuvres her forward.
He sits her down and removes his hands. He smiles when he hears her gasp and watches as she covers her mouth, her eyes tearing up at the sight before her.
"F-Francis," she breathes out, pointing forward. "That's the Eiffel Tower!"
"We're on the Seine, my love," he says quietly, his hands on her shoulders. "Look up."
She does and she smiles when she sees the sky littered with bright stars. "Oh, my God."
"Do you like it?"
"I do," she whispers, eyes sparkling. "Oh, Francis... It's perfect."
Her cheeks hurt, she's smiling so wide, it shows in her brown eyes. He stares at her, transfixed and a smile grows on his face. Her happiness is his happiness and all he wants to do is give her everything. Everything and more.
"Come," he says softly, holding her hand and pulling her up as the music restarts.
They start swaying. Her arms around his neck, head on his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat. His arms around her waist and cheek on her hair.
She looks up, kisses him once and places her head back onto his chest. She can sense him smiling and she giggles, feeling his hold on her tighten. She's even forgotten about Kenna, wherever she is.
"Look at me," Francis whispers.
Mary looks up and stares into his eyes, he cups her cheeks and her arms wrap around his waist now. She blushes when he studies her intently, drinking her in as he eyes every inch of her face.
"What?" She asks, giggling nervously.
"Nothing," he replies. "Just taking a mental memory. Your smile's perfect."
"Stop," she mumbles, digging her face into his chest. "I hate it."
Francis chuckles and she feels his chest vibrate. "Why? I guess people are so self-conscious about themselves."
"Stop," she whines. "Stop making me feel... gooey."
He bursts out laughing, kissing her forehead. "I'm not perfect either but together, we're perfect."
She then feels him sink and she gasps when he gets down on one knee, holding up a ring box. She shakes her head in disbelief, covering her mouth.
"Mary Stuart, will you marry me?"
Mary gapes the soft melody of a guitar playing in the background now. She laughs, looking up to see Bash strumming his guitar and Kenna sitting nearby, in awe of her boyfriend.
"You..." Mary breathes out. "You..."
She looks down at Francis who is still waiting upon an answer and she nods quickly.
"Yes! A thousand times, yes!"
"Oh, thank God," she hears Kenna mutter and she laughs when Francis slips the ring on and lifts her up.
He twirls her around and whispers a 'thank you' into her ear before he sniffles.
"Are you crying?"
"No," he croaks before she laughs and he joins in. "Maybe a little."
Mary leans back and wipes his tears. "Hey."
"Hi."
"Fiancé."
"Fiancée," he breathes out, turning to Kenna and Bash who are already getting the celebrations underway. "So, I kind of booked this place for two hours..."
"So?"
"Midnight picnic?"
Mary nods. "That sounds perfect."
She stares into his eyes, thinking how lucky she is and how happy they'll be. She can see it, their bright future. It's full of kids, the house is crazy and loud but she loves it. She knows she will. Because Francis will be there.
"I will," he whispers.
Mary gasps, laughing. "Did I just think out loud?"
"Yep," he says. "But don't worry." He spins her around and pushes her into the direction of the table and seats. "I do too."