"Hey Jerome," she kissed him on the cheek and continued with her book. Jerome wrung his hands together nervously.

"M-Mara, there was something I wanted to ask you," he said, voice breaking, she turned to look at him expectantly, and he slid onto one knee, taking a deep breath, and taking one of her hands into his "Mara Jaffray…I've loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you, you are perfect and brilliant and amazing and you complete me. I know that we'll be together forever, so I was wondering, if you would do me the exceptional honour, or marrying me?" he swallowed nervously, deep blue eyes looking up at her.

Mara's eyes widened "What?" she whispered

"I want you to marry me," he smiled. She sat there, frozen

"What?"

"Mara," he laughed nervously "I want to be your husband, I want you to be my wife-"

"WHAT?!"

"Marry me," he whispered, leaning forward to kiss her, but Mara stood, dropping her book and her mouth dropping open.

"W-what?" she placed a hand over her heart, pacing quickly, turning to point at him accusingly "WHAT?"

He laughed lightly "I love you,"

"W-w-wait, wait wait wait wait, y-you want me," she pointed to herself "To- to, to Marry YOU!" she pointed at him, and he nodded, smiling fondly. Mara let out a high-pitched Amber like scream. "What?!" he stood up, arms open wide, and she ran over to him, jumping into the air and wrapping her arms around his neck. He laughed into her neck.

"Is that a yes then?"

She pressed her lips to his, tangling her fingers into his hair. "I can't believe this is happening," she whispered. Jerome held her waist tightly

"You sound so surprised," he placed her on the ground gently. Brushing her hair out of her face. She smiled up at him, positively beaming. "Mara?"

She leaned up and kissed him again, this was the happiest moment of her life and she could barely form words "I love you so much," she whispered, pressing her face into his shirt, holding him tightly.

"If this is you now, I can't wait to see you at the wedding," he chuckled. Mara leaped up

"The wedding! Oh my gosh! The wedding! We're getting married, I need to phone Amber-"

"You need to say yes," Jerome reminded, holding her hands tightly. Mara looked up at him, eyes twinkling.

"Of course it's a yes, Jerome Clarke. Could it ever have been anything else?" Jerome didn't answer her, leaning down, and gently grazing her lips softly. He held onto her waist, afraid that if he left go, all of this might disappear, or he might wake up, and this was just a dream.

"I pray not," he whispered. Mara reached up and hugged him tightly again

"I'm gonna be a Clarke!" she called out loudly, and he chuckled, lifting her up and spinning her around in the air.

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