The day of love, one could say.
Simon doesn’t forwardly show his attention, he doesn’t say it, but his actions show how much he cares and loves you.
You weren’t expecting much for valentines day, in fact you weren’t expecting anything.
However, after all your friends send pictures in the group chat about what their boyfriends, fiancés and even husbands did. You envy them.
Of course, you know Simon loves you. The man is whipped, he’s at your beck and call. Would even kneel before you is asked to.
But that doesn’t mean that you wish for rose petals leading you to the bed, a bunch of gifts on the bed in a hotel, and an intimate night with your boyfriend.
You sigh helplessly and turn off your phone, you glance at hime as he scrolls on his phone. You sigh even louder to get his attention.
he glances at you, looking you up and down. “What’s wrong with you, love?”
“Oh nothing, just thinking and daydreaming. Happy valentines day, Simon.” you smile and kiss his cheek, batting your eyelashes.
“Happy valentines day to you too.” He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer, you were hoping he’d get the hint.
The day goes by like usual, breakfast, grocery shopping, him working out, nap time, and then lunch.
By the time the clock turns 6pm, you’re bored. You want to go out.
“Love, get dressed.” He says abruptly.
“Huh? Why?” You ask confused although excited, expectant.
“I’m taking you out for dinner. You’ve been sulking all day, lovie.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
You get up and peck his lips, squealing. As you turn around and make your way to the bedroom.
You shower and take your time getting ready, making sure your dress looks right, your hair, your makeup, your shoes, accessories, and everything else.
He of course drowns you in compliments, rough hands touching your hips, making you spin for him to get a better look.
The dinner was amazing, steak and mashed potatoes, although Simon seems a little jittery than usual.
After dinner, you get in the car. However he isn’t going in the direction of your guy’s apartment.
“Simon? Where are you taking us?” You’re confused obviously.
“Got a surprise for you, dove.” He grumbles out, hand squeezing your thigh.
You’re clearly ecstatic considering the big grin on your face. He turns into this probably 100 floor hotel, underground parking lot and then leads you inside.
Your legs are shaking as the elevator goes up higher and higher, 20, 30, 40,…60! Ding.
He leads you to a room, pulling out a keycard. The room is dark, he turns on the lights. There’s rose petals on the ground.
“No way…Simon..” Your voice is already cracking. You follow the petals, leading you into this large bedroom. There’s gifts covering the whole bed.
You stop and just sob, grateful and feeling loved. However, you turn around and there he is. On one knee.
“I’m not much of a talker. I have walls around me, I’m not perfect. I’ve killed people, I’ve done horrible things, and yet. You somehow look at me like I’m the world, you understand me, take care of me, and love me. When I’m wrong, although I raise my voice, you stay calm and sit me down. You make me talk through things instead of running away from the problem and the world. I don’t know how to explain my feelings for you. But I hope this is enough for you to see how much I love you.” With a shaky breath, he continues. “Will you marry me?”
Your hands cover your mouth, sobbing, you grab onto him and nod. “Yes, yes..fuck yes.” He slides the ring onto your shaky finger. It’s perfect.
It’s gold with a big diamond but not too big.
Today is the best day ever and it marks a new step in your relationship.
You best believe he made you cream on the damn flower petals on the bed not even ten minutes after the proposal.
(This is late cause I was procrastinating!😍)
