Hey guys!
As you wait for the next update of Ali's guide, I decided to drop this oneshot here on Lost Moments. Again, I was inspired by Sasha's recent quotes on Emison and how she hated Ali's proposal in the last episode because she felt like it was rushed. In her words, Emison deserved better and Alison would come up with something more romantic than that.
So, this is me coming up with how I think Alison would propose. Hope you enjoy it!
With love,
White Tigresss
"Are they still sleeping?" Alison asked as soon as she spotted Emily walking into their living room with two toy cars in her hands. She had felt Emily growing cold as the party went on but didn't know why.
Emily didn't even bother to look at her. "Yeah."
"You've barely said two words to me all night," Alison points out.
"That's not true," Emily dismissed, still avoiding her gaze.
"Well, either you're entering a vegetative state or you're pissed at me," Alison sassed, making Emily finally stare at her, pressing her lips together in an angry frown.
"I saw you and my mom at the party. What were you whispering about?" Emily demanded as she approached the blonde.
Oh no, Emily asked about the one thing Alison couldn't talk about. Well, technically, she could, but she wanted her marriage proposal to be perfect. Their relationship had always been about adapting and adjusting, but Alison wanted this moment to be flawless.
Which meant she was going to have to lie, even though she hated doing it.
"I don't know," Alison crossed her arms defensively. "I mean, it was pretty loud in there."
It was a lousy excuse, and they both knew it. Alison used to be a better liar, but she couldn't lie to Emily anymore.
"She put something in your purse. What was it?" Emily pressed.
Alison laughed nervously and shrugged. "I don't know! Breath mints? Your mom is pretty passive-aggressive and there were onions in those sliders."
"My mom avoided me the whole night," Emily insisted. "What is going on?"
"Nothing!"
"Ali!" Emily raised her voice. "We're not going to sleep until you tell me what's in that purse!"
Alison sighed, thanking God she still kept her old habit of hiding stuff. She was no amateur. She had hidden the small red velvet box as soon as they got home from the party. There would be nothing in her purse besides breath mints.
To make her point, she picked up her purse and opened it in front of Emily. As expected, there were only breath mints in there, and Emily recoiled in embarrassment.
"Oh my God, I'm such a jerk," Emily said as she collapsed on the couch, hiding her face in her hands. "I thought you and my mom were keeping secrets from me, which doesn't even make sense!"
This had been happening a lot. They had faced so many challenges over the course of their relationship that they'd barely had time to work through their own issues. Alison often felt she didn't deserve Emily's love, and Emily struggled with trust issues.
The brunette felt so guilty whenever it happened because Alison had never done anything to warrant her mistrust since they got together. But Alison was always there to sit with her and work through her feelings.
"Em, that's okay—"
"Ali, I almost fought with you because of that. It's ridiculous!"
"Come here, baby." Alison pulled Emily into her arms, rubbing comforting circles on her biceps and pressing her nose against her hair.
"I don't want to distrust you, but sometimes I can't help it," Emily admitted. "I know it's unfair to the person you are today, Ali."
"Em, I'm not gonna lie, it stings whenever I feel like you don't trust me," Alison confessed. "But I know this is the past speaking. I know I can't erase the things I've done and their effect on you. But I can work through them with you. And I know we're going to make it."
Emily sighed dreamily, reveling in the strength of the woman Alison had become. She loved her patience, her devotion to their family, and how she never held back on physical affection.
"I love you, Ali," she whispered.
"I love you too," Alison replied, searching for her lips to seal the night with a kiss.
Alison didn't waste any time putting her plan into action. She knew she couldn't keep the ring a secret from Emily for long. Besides, she didn't really want to. The sooner she could make Emily her wife, the better.
About ten days later, when the twins were staying with Pam, Alison texted Emily to meet her in her room at school. It wasn't unusual—they often met in each other's rooms to talk about their days. But this time, Alison had something special in mind.
When Emily arrived, she found the room empty. Instead, there was a postcard with the Eiffel Tower on it resting on the bed. Curiously, she picked it up and read the note written in Alison's perfect cursive:
"My Mermaid,
I'm not sure you remember this, but I promised myself I would take you away to France forever in this very room. You told me we should learn to speak French first. Well, that pushed me to become fluent in French because I've always dreamed of taking you there, and I promise you I will.
You'll look so good on top of the Eiffel Tower, wind in your hair…
Come and find me where Pip meets Estella."
Emily read the postcard again, her heart pounding with excitement and curiosity. What was Alison up to? She knew her girlfriend had a flair for grand gestures, but she didn't expect a scavenger hunt through their school.
A smile spread across her face. While she sometimes acted bashful, she actually loved Alison's grand romantic gestures. She wondered if this was all leading to a surprise trip to Paris. The idea that Alison remembered a seemingly random conversation from their teen years filled Emily with warmth.
To get to those tickets—and to Alison—she needed to solve the clue.
"Where Pip meets Estella…" Emily mused aloud, recalling her literature classes. The reference was clear: Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. The school library had a special section for classic literature, and she knew exactly where to go.
But, again, when she walked into the room, Alison was nowhere to be found. Inside, the library was nearly empty, save for a few students scattered here and there. Emily walked purposefully to the classics section, her heart beating faster with each step. She scanned the shelves until her eyes landed on a copy of Great Expectations. Carefully, she pulled the book off the shelf. As she did, a folded piece of paper fluttered to the ground. Emily picked it up, her fingers trembling slightly as she unfolded it.
"My Mermaid,
This is the exact spot where I told you I loved you for the first time. I know you didn't believe it at the time. Maybe you haven't believed it until now. Well, even I struggled to believe myself after I confessed to you while reading Great Expectations.
And then you kissed me, and I could feel the love pouring out from your lips, love that I felt I didn't deserve at the time. One might say I still don't deserve your love now. But I'll always keep trying to be the best version of myself—someone who can stand tall next to you.
Why don't you come meet me at that dusty old rock?"
Emily folded the note and tucked it into her pocket. She remembered the day Alison had read her a quote from Pip, and how everything had crashed down after Alison rejected her in the locker room. Emily knew Alison deeply regretted that moment. But she also knew that Alison had changed and wasn't that scared little girl anymore.
With determination, Emily scrambled out of the school and headed to the next location. She was pretty sure the "dusty old rock" referred to the Kissing Rock. And she was right. When she arrived, a neatly folded letter awaited her on top of the rock.
"My Mermaid,
This place is so special to us. It was where we kissed for the first time. I remember how nervous you were, and I thought you were cute for it. You were shivering in my arms, and when I asked if you were okay, you told me you were perfect with a dreamy smile tugging at your lips. And then I kissed you again and knew I couldn't stop. I needed to keep kissing you.
Years later, this was the place I took you for a picnic date and we had our first time as girlfriends. You were shivering in my arms again, and when I asked if you were okay, you told me, just as before, that you were perfect. Then you tugged me down to kiss you again. I'm not sure you remember these coincidences, but now you know.
I think it's time for you to come back home, Em."
Emily's heart swelled with love and nostalgia as she read Alison's words. The memories flooded back, filling her with warmth and a sense of belonging. She carefully folded the letter and put it in her pocket, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement.
With a determined smile, Emily set off for home. Her steps quickened as she made her way home, the anticipation building with each stride. The sun had begun to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the streets. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and curiosity, wondering what Alison had planned next.
When she finally reached their home, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before opening the door. The familiar scent of home greeted her, mingling with a hint of something sweet—roses, perhaps.
Stepping inside, Emily's eyes widened in awe. The hallway was lined with flickering candles and scattered rose petals, creating a romantic pathway leading into the living room. Soft music played in the background, setting a serene and intimate atmosphere.
As she followed the trail, Emily's heart swelled with emotion. Every step brought her closer to Alison, and to the love they had nurtured over the years. When she entered the living room, she found Alison standing in the center, looking radiant in a simple yet elegant dress.
"Ali…" Emily's eyes watered at the sight of her beautiful and doting girlfriend, who walked to her and held her hands. Emily saw that she was trembling.
"My Mermaid," Alison began, her voice shaking with nerves. "This is the home we built with our love. I know I wasn't sure about having a family with the hand that we were dealt, but your love and your strength gave me faith that we could do this together. And we did. I am astonished by the woman who wakes up by my side every day."
Emily shook her head and smiled bashfully. She wanted to tell Alison that the blonde was keeping her centered too, but she dared not interrupt the heartfelt confession.
Alison continued, "This house is also where we first made love, and I couldn't believe at the time that you were giving me a chance to touch you. It was also the place where I told you I loved you and kissed you to make you mine, finally. And it's where you spent hours building our daughters' room, so devoted and selfless like you are."
"Alison," Emily finally dared to speak, "What's the meaning of this?"
The blonde reached for a small velvet box inside her bra and got down on one knee.
"Emily Catherine Fields, will you marry me?" Alison finally proposed. Her anxiety was eating her alive. What if Emily said no? What if she had gone overboard with her little scavenger hunt? What if—?
Emily didn't give her time to overthink. "Yes, of course I'll marry you, Ali! You're all I ever wanted!"
Alison rose to her feet and Emily immediately hugged her. The blonde pulled Emily's hand and slipped a ring on her finger. Emily stared at it for a moment and then kissed Alison again and again.
"I love you," she repeated against her lips.
"I love you too," Alison whispered back.
And maybe now I'll write about the Kissing Rock, lol. But most likely after the next updated of Ali's Guide.