Paris
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summary: Despite spoiling the surprise a week ago, Ellie makes her plans come true and asks you to marry her.
previous part (but you can read it as a stand alone if you want!!!)
pure fluff, reader has no physical description
To say Ellie was nervous was probably the misunderstanding of her life.
She did a long and detailed list of the things that had to be ready for the proposal to go absolutely perfect, and then proceed to hid it in her notes app of her phone and hidden under the title of groceries in case you ever saw over her shoulder –She had to be careful, alright?
Flowers? arranged
Wine? it was the first thing she had bought once they landed on París, while you slept to recover from the yet lag.
The ring? she had it. duh. Had even checked the pocket of her bag at least one hundred times to be absolutely sure that she actually packed it.
Food for the picnic? hell yeah.
Her outfit? she bought her first ever formal shirt for this.
A heartfel, profound and long speech to show you how deep her love for you is and how she deserves to become your wife? Absolutely fucking yes.
She wouldn’t consider herself a person of words. Love confessions weren’t her thing because it was really hard for her to pour her feelings into her words, which extremely frustrated her on special situations like this. On any other occasion she leaned for other ways to express her love, but for some reason it didn’t clic right on her brain to do that for your proposal.
She knew you would say yes. Not because she had a feeling or anything, but because you two had talked about it before, planned your future together and agreed on wanting to get married in the future. Also, the whole drunk confession fiasco was very recent, and although she would rather delete that night from existence it had proved to be rather useful because it worked as reassurance that if you didn’t want to get engaged yet you would have said something that night.
Right?
She hoped so.
She waited for you to get dressed on the edge of the bed. Ellie had insisted that you should pick a nice outfit, because she knew that you would be pissed if your engagement pictures had a mid outfit, her own clothes nicer than she had ever wore. She felt weird in a solid white dress shirt and black dress pants, but it was not weird as in out of place that this kind of clothes used to bring to her, instead weird as in excitement, nervous, happy and terrified all at once.
Her fingers caressed the velvet of the ringbox in circles, trying to calm herself as she rehearsed in her mind the words she had prepared but was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening that warned her of your arrival, making her put the box back in it’s place on her pant’s pocket.
And there you were, glorious and gorgeous as ever. Ellie could swear you were glowing in that white summer dress you had chosen for the occasion and she could swear she stared at you agape, which made you giggle.
“I’m getting you like the dress”
You knew what was going to happen. Not only because what Ellie told you the other night, but also because she was the worst at keeping secrets. Discretion was not her thing, and it had been quite obvious that she was meaning to ask for your hand since a few months ago (it’s not like “so what’s your favorite gem?” or “what’s your ring size?” are everyday question, thank you very much) but you had tried your best to contain your excitement and wait for the day. Which was evidently today because Ellie had insisted on you wearing something really nice, despite the plan for the day being a picnic on a garden, and had dressed up nicely.
“You look absloublty stunning, princess” Said Ellie as she got up from the bed and placed her hands on your hips. “You’re ready to go?”
“Mhm, although you’ve been very secretive about this whole picnic plan of yours” You teased, joining your hands on her neck.
“Everything is in control, you just have to follow me and look pretty. You already got the second part so that’s pretty easy”
“Look at you, all flirty. Alright, I’ll let you handle the itinenary let’s get going miss Williams”
She took a step back from you and grabbed the basked she had prepared –because she could have packed the food and the wine on a toteback, but she wanted to have the entire picnic imagery– and walked hand by hand with you out of the hotel and on the way to the garden she had chosen after a lot of investigation from her part.
Everything was milimetrically planned, the spot she had chosen for the picnic was in a section of the park that was surrounded by flowers, but private enough so you two wouldn’t have an audience. Things were going according to her plan and the two of you ate what she had prepared between laugher, kisses and the kind of conversations that usually occurred between the two of you (which could include how pretty everything had been so far on the trip, gossip from back home, or if the dinosaurs had been fluffy).
Then, she started the next phase of her plan. Get you to stand up from the blanket so she could surprise you getting on one knee.
“Babe, would you mind buying a bottle of water on that little store we saw close? I’m so thirsty and forgot to bring something to drink besides the wine and the soda” She said, and it was an obvious lie because deep in the basket you had seen a water bottle but you weren’t about to be hard on the occasion of your proposal.
“Sure, I’ll be right back” you said, kissing her briefly before getting up, fixing the possible wrinkles in the skirt of your dress and walking towards said store, wich was around five minutes away.
As quickly as she could, Ellie got the flowers from the bottom of the basket, got on one knee and grabbed the velvet box from her pocket, caressing it again for comfort as she waited for you.
Now, one thing was knowing that Ellie had plans to ask you to marry her and another thing entirely was the vision of her holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers on one hand, a velvet ringbox on the other, and down on one of her knees.
She looked like the illustration of a fairy tale, and immediately your eyes watered as you walked back to her side.
“Hey” she nervously giggled as she looked at you.
“Hey you” You answered, trembling hand covering your mouth in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“I think you know very well what I’m doing” she cleared her throat, and handed you the bouquet of flowers. “You… I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. Actually, if I had had the money back when we first met I would have done this after a month of dating you, but I wanted to do things the right way, you know? Because you deserve that. Gosh, you deserve the entire world, all the stars in the universe are not enough to show how much I love you, and I would give them all to you if they were mine. You are the most marvelous person I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, and loving you makes me a better person” Ellie started talking, and her own eyes watered as she looked up at you.
“Your mind amazes me every single day, your heart is the most precious thing in the world. I want to hold you in my arms every day, love you every second, grow old by your side. Help you in every dream that you have and that you support me with my own dreams. So, that’s why I’m here today, asking you if you would want to marry me?” As if it was a movie, she coordinated perfectly the moment when she asked the question with opening the ring box to reveal the beautiful rign she had picked out for you, exactly the design you liked, that you had talked to her about so many years about.
On your side, tears of happiness were running freely on your cheeks as you looked down at Ellie. This beautiful woman that looked out of a dream and was saying all the right words to you. Your heart felt full of love for her and the feeling of needing to hug her invaded you, so you also got down on your knees and wrapped your arms around her, flowers forgotten by your side. It felt right now, your heart and hers beating close in the same rhythm.
“Oh Ellie” you said, and had to take a break to gain your composure back. “That was the most beautiful thing you have ever said to me”
“Yeah? I had to do many versions of that speech” she mumbled, one of her hands finding it’s place on your back as the other still held the open ringbox. “You… you haven’t answered yet”
“Of course I want to marry you” you backed from the hug and cradled her face in your hands. “You’re the love of my life, of course I want to marry you”
She started crying openly as well, and grabbed the ring from it’s box to slide it into your finger with trembling hands.
“I guess I’ll be calling you Mrs Williams now.”
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