after rupert, rebecca was sure she'd never marry again. he'd taken so much of her life, using the marriage as a prison to keep her from being herself or doing what she wanted to do. as free and relieved as she felt after the divorce, it took some time for her to be okay on her own. then she met ted, who made becca feel much less alone, much less like she was wandering and lost, and much more like she had found a new home. and then, to her surprise, she fell in love with him. easily. not willingly, at first, but eventually, she gave in. now, years later, and she's rubbing sweaty palms together nervously as she paces back and forth in the women's bathroom.
the ring box is in her purse, a simple silver band, their initials engraved on the inside ( cheesy, she knows, but ted would love it ). she's nervous. rebecca welton is nervous! she goes back and forth, wondering if she had enough courage to do it. she wanted to do something special for him, set up something extravagant, but now they were in the pub, and he had smiled at her from across the table, the same way he always does, and she felt as if she couldn't wait. you can do this, she says to herself, taking a breath as she stares at herself in the mirror. you're a boss ass bitch.
one more breath is taken before rebecca barges from the bathroom, beelining for the table ted still sat at, and standing tall. ' ted lasso, ' she says a bit too loudly. the pub quiets, but she isn't paying attention to them. only ted is in her vision as she glances down before lowering to one knee. ' if you would have asked me when you first arrived whether or not i would - would love you this much, i would have laughed in your face, ' brows are furrowed as she tries to find the right words, one hand reaching into her bag to grasp the ring box. ' but you... everyone falls in love with you. i guess i couldn't be far behind, ' now pink lips upturn just so, eyes beginning to water involuntarily as she lifts the box and opens it to reveal the silver band. ' coach lasso - ted... will you marry me? ' if he says no, rebecca doesn't know what she'd do.
when ted married michelle, he promised her forever, and she had clamed the same. life has a funny way of derailing your plans. however, he harbors no ill-will towards his now ex-wife for divorcing him in order to search for her own happiness. their vows were only words that couldn’t stand the test of time, ted’s found that not much in life is capable of doing that. nothing truly lasts forever. and marriages, while feeling concrete at the time, can meet their ends. and after his did just that, he couldn’t even imagine dating again, much less proposing again. but then somewhere between baking biscuits, and proclaiming feelings, ted fell in love with rebecca welton. the kind of love he thought was only capable of achieving if you happened to star in a hallmark movie. wholeheartedly, hopeless to fight it, adoration. it was as if his soul was whole again, and he couldn’t bear to let her go. dating her, marrying her. . . it was hardly even something he had to ponder. he wants it all with her.
they don’t have scheduled date nights, per se, but it does seem that most wednesday evenings they wind up in some pub or another, cheering pints, and playing footsie below the bar. it’s easily become ted’s favorite weekday activity, even if he gets to see her every single day. is privileged enough to wake up to her soft, blonde curls, and sleepy morning smile. . . you know what, scratch what he said before. maybe he just enjoys every activity if rebecca is involved. said woman had excused herself a few minutes prior to use the restroom, leaving ted alone to nurse his beer. the ring box in his pocket feels almost heavier, an illusion of the mind of course, but he’d been carrying the jewelry around with him for about a month now, awaiting the perfect moment to fall to one knee. he didn’t want to plan a whole event to propose, he wants it to come naturally, just like saying i love you. and the skip of his heart seems to confirm that today is it.
he’s contemplating when he should do it, when rebecca returns from the washroom. she strides over like she’s a woman on a mission, and all ted can do is watch wide-eyed as her voice commands the room. ted lasso, she declares, to which he grants her his full undivided attention. he’s pretty sure he’s dreaming. he has to be. because now she’s on her knee, presenting him with a ring. brown eyes are swimming with unshed tears, smile so bright it rivals the glow of the sun, and every single star in the night sky. “ well, this sure is awkward, ” ted starts, with a watery laugh. hands have settled into a tremor, one he would normally loathe, but today it’s good nerves. he fumbles in his pocket for a moment, before brandishing his own ring box, a soft pink, only to reveal the ring inside- silver and sleek, diamonds glittering. “ you beat me to the punchline -- always two steps ahead of me, ” the pure love that drips from his words would be enough to drown anyone. “ call me bruno mars because: hey baby, i think i wanna marry you- ”
