imagine just a normal day. maybe it’s snowing, sometime in the winter a year or two after jac and warik officially decided they were a couple (which is almost definitely a year after they started fucking around together). a year or so after she came back and he forgave her. imagine she’s stopped calling their place his apartment. she’s admitted that he’s home. and this is home. imagine a snowball fight in short sleeve shirts and jeans and sneakers and dressed for anything but the weather. a snowball stuffed down the back of warik’s shirt when she catches him by surprise. him wrapping arms around her waist and picking her up. swinging her around. imagine a smile, so bright they could blind each other.
imagine back inside. a cup of hot cocoa and jac buried deep in one of his jumpers (sleeves too long, big enough to wrap around her knees) as they sit on the couch and watch something stupid and romantic she made them watch. imagine her head on his shoulder, his arm around her. the softness of the moment. imagine the movie changing to something like die hard (which he argues is a christmas movie and thusly appropriate) and she just gets this fond look on her face before standing up to get another cup of cocoa and something else from the kitchen.
imagine this. half way through the movie during some big action scene, this little blonde thing looks up at he giant dork of a boyfriend and smiles. sure and easy and happy. with a bitten lip she grabs his hand and interlocks their fingers.
“say yes.” is all she says. and he just gives her this inquisitive, unsure look. and she says it again. slower. “say yes.”
“ jac, i’m gonna need a little more info babe.”
she has this plastic ring, like the ones from water bottles or soda bottles, but he can’t see it yet. she’s been holding onto it since they got inside and she keeps waiting for the right moment because this is the most impulsive thing she’s done but she’s never been more sure of anything in her life. and she looks at him. has turned from his grip to face him, an earnest look glinting in her eye.
“i wanna marry you. if you wanna marry me that is. and i’ve never been this sure of anybody. or any thing. but i’m pretty sure you’re it. my sure thing. at the end of the day, you’re what i want. and i wanna marry you. you just. you gotta say yes.” and she offers the ring.
