Special
A cool breeze flies through the streets of London, followed by the leaves that drop the trees.
The autumn is here.
And oh it's such a beautiful season.
The favorite season of the year, of the brown-haired, blue-green eyed lady, with the dark chocolate spots on her skin.
Faith.
Why was it your favorite season?
Quite simply: the scent of hot coffee and cocoa flew around every corner, just like the scent of freshly baked goods.
In summer you couldn't enjoy it because of the heat and in winter it was too cold, but in autumn and spring it was just perfect.
Smiling, she went on.
She bought a pumpkin to make into pumpkin cakes. She knew that MyMy might very well like this because even if he doesn't look like it, he liked her baked goods. He denied it every time with a snort, but then he went soft when she took the cake out of the oven.
Oh, the two were perfect together. Yes.
So perfect.
And he knew that too.
He knew that very well.
And that's why he was up to something.
He loved her, more than anything, and how could you express your love except with words?
What did you have to do to be bound to your partner forever and ever, in good times as well as bad?
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The scent of freshly baked vanilla croissants and pumpkin cakes flies through the house and makes many (hungry) people and cats look up.
"Miauuuu!"
Meowed 13 and padded, arrogantly wagging his tail, into the kitchen and jumped on the kitchen counter.
"MIAAUUUUUU!"
He moaned snootily and padded to the vanilla croissants.
"Oh no no no no no!"
Faith said, picked up 13 and set him back on the floor.
"These are not yours"
She said and put the cake on the windowsill to cool off, before she went into the living room with the vanilla croissants in a bowl, to Mymy, who (unsuccessfully) tried to read the newspaper without being distracted by the vanilla croissants.
She sat down next to him and put the vanilla croissants on the table and took a book, which she began to read.
Now and then, one of them would take a vanilla croissant and read on while doing so.
In the evening:
A walk on a beautiful autumn evening. It was relaxing. Very relaxing. The streets were mostly quiet, and the cars on the street also decreased.
"So nice and quiet..."
The brunette whispers and takes a relaxed breath in the cool air.
"Yes"
Says her companion and looks out of the corner of her eye to her.
Should he dare or should he not dare...
"Faith?"
"Yes?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Everything, Mymy"
"Would you want to stay with me for the rest of your life?"
"But of course, why do you ask?"
"...because..."
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"Because I want you to marry me"
Abruptly, Faith stopped and stared at him.
Had he really just said it?
Tears formed in her eyes and her lower lip began to tremble.
He stared at her.
Was it too early!?
Had he lost her now!?
He couldn't think any further because she kissed him around the neck a lot and kissed him.
“I want to marry you Mymy! Yes, I want to stay with you forever!"
She interrupted the kiss with tears in her eyes and sobbed.
He smiled slightly and pushed a silver diamond ring onto her finger and kisses her again.
She was his.
And soon she would be his wife.
Forever.
Tagging: @cutelock, @johnlock-and-merthur-4ever, @melanoms, @definitely-not-moriarty, @sherlocked-cumbercookie-jaci
