tommy knows evan is it for him about six months into their relationship. he tries to stay levelheaded about it but sometimes, after a hard day, he’ll imagine rings and strollers and a house with a white picket fence. everything he never had growing up.
they discuss it, more than once, and tommy is happy to know they’re on the same page but he still doesn’t quite believe it will ever happen. he’s happy to live in the moment and enjoy each day as it comes.
one morning, a few weeks after their first anniversary, they are laying in bed. evan is quieter than usual but it’s a comfortable silence. something is on his mind and tommy patiently waits for him to share. evan turns his head until his chin is resting on tommy’s sternum, a sleepy, sated smile on his face.
marry me? he whispers.
tommy’s smile is a near instant thing, his face scrunching in the way he knows evan loves. a year ago he’d be questioning things, checking in and making sure evan isn’t acting impulsively. but they’re so far past that now. tommy trusts evan implicitly, knows the difference between his hesitance and his assuredness and is positive that this is real and right and true.
his quiet yeah gets swallowed up by evan’s kiss and their room is a sudden cacophony of their giggles and the rustling of sheets. they both have shifts later and unfortunately eventually have to pull themselves from bed, but neither can stop touching the other or wipe the smile from their face.
it’s a week before their schedules line up again and they’re able to go shopping for rings. a week that’s so similar to the early days of their relationship, just the two of them caught up in their little love bubble before anyone else knows.



















