this one was inspired by word eleven (want) and word fifteen (adore).
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18. Answer
"Erm— can I have everyone's attention?"
Booth smiled widely, taking the seat beside Brennan as Michael Vincent led Christine to the centre of the yard.
"Okay, I want to start off by saying how grateful I am that all of you could be here today, and I know none of you have any idea what's happening right now but you will. I honestly had all this planned out, and now I have no idea what to say."
"Michael, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Chris. God, nothing has been wrong for a very, very long time thanks to you. You're just— you mean everything to me, Christine. Every morning I wake up to you lying beside me, and every night you are the very last thing I see, and I want that for the rest of our lives, for thirty, or forty, or fifty years. We've been together for seven years, known each other all our lives. You're my best friend, my soulmate, my happily ever after, you're it for me, Christine, you're everything. Now, your Dad has assured me what your answer is going to be, but it hasn't stopped the nerves."
He dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling the small, square box from his pocket and opening it for her to see, briefly noticing how her face was glowing with happiness.
"So, Christine Angela Booth, will you marry me?"
"Yes."
She'd barely breathed the word before their family erupted into cheers. She barely cast the ring a glance as he slid it onto her ring finger before standing up, kissing her around their smiles.
"Wait, Daddy, you knew?!"
"Of course I knew, princess, who else was your fiancé going to ask for your hand in marriage?"
"Booth! Why didn't you tell me!?"