Chenford + is it a bit over the top to propose on Christmas Eve?
“Hey, Lucy,” Tim runs his fingers through her hair, breaking the silence that’s fallen over them since the Christmas movie ended and neither of them could be bothered to reach for the remote. Her head is resting on his chest, arm draped loosely around her waist.
She hums in acknowledgement, but doesn’t move from her position tucked against Tim’s side. He takes a deep breath and asks his question, feeling the weight of every word on his tongue.
“What do you think: is it a bit over the top to propose on Christmas Eve?”
Lucy shifts around, turning far enough to the side that she can crane her neck and look up at Tim. Her eyes are wide, but he can’t get a good read on the emotion in her expression.
“Are you --”
“This isn’t a proposal,” Tim cuts her off, lifting his hand up from her shoulder, even though she can’t see the way it’s raised in surrender. “Just a question.”
The little velvet box in his back pocket burns through the thick denim of his jeans, suddenly almost painful to sit on as he waits for Lucy’s answer.
“In that case …" she turns to prop her chin up on his chest, just barely able to look him in the eye from the new angle. “I think it depends. Is it Christmas Eve at some big party, with a huge crowd around waiting to see what you say? Or … Christmas Eve at home, just the two of you, maybe … in front of the Hulu screensaver and the Christmas tree?”
Lucy sits up, and Tim wonders if she’s not reading his mind as they look around the room together. He turns to face her, sitting sideways on the couch, and shifts his weight onto one hip so he can reach his pocket.
“That depends too,” he pulls the box out and holds it where Lucy can see as he flips it open. “What’s your answer?”













