SnowBaz Oneshots

Just a Sentence

You can do this. It's only a sentence. A few words. Nothing more.

My thoughts try to calm me, but if anything, they make me more nervous than before. It's not just a sentence. Not a few mere words. It's a question that's answer could change my entire life. Will change my life.

I look in the mirror once more, trying to find any imperfection that I can perfect in an instant. I don't have a lot of time, I told Baz I would meet him at the park at 5:00. It's already 4:45. With a quick patting on my hair, and a brush off of any dust or dirt they may have gotten on my suit in the last ten seconds since I last did it, I grab my keys and the picnic basket I made an hour ago and rush out of the apartment. My mind running wild with every possibility of how tonight may turn out.

What if he says no? What if he laughs in my face? What if it's too soon and I scare him away? What if while while we are having the picnic he chokes on his food and dies?

Millions of scenarios, some of which I know to be impossible, run through my head. I never thought it'd be this terrifying. It's just a question. Four words. That's all. But as I walk, as fast a possibke, to the park, my nervousness gets higher and higher.

When I first thought about this, it seemed so perfect. So right. I love Baz, more than anything. I want to spend the rest of my life and more with him. This is only step. A step towards a future I do desperately want. Need, even. Because I do need this. I need Baz. But this step, this simple sentence, is much bigger and harder than I ever imagined it would be.

As I near the park's entrance, I see Baz sitting on swingset. His back is turned to me, but I can tell even if he was facing me he wouldn't notice I was here. He is looking at the sky. It's almost sunset, the sky is filled with millions of colonies, millions of possibilities. And he marvels at it. Just as I marvel at him.

Without making a sound, I creep behind him and grab the swing to start pushing him forward. A surprised Yelp escapes him, his fingers immediately wrapping around the chains as if to keep him from falling to his death. His head whips around, an angered expression clear on his beautiful features. But as if by magic, his face clears and turns into a bright, shining smile when he sees it's only me.

"Now why did you feel the need to do that, Love?" Baz grumbles as the swing slows to a stop and he stands up to give me a hug. Before he pulls away, and before h answer his question, I capture his lips in mine. Wanting more than anything to just be pressed against him in case this is my last chance.

Pulling away for air I say, "'Cuz I felt like it, Sweetie." Immediately I get playful shove away. I know he hates the name 'Sweetie.' Why? I couldn't tell you.

"Let's eat, I'm starving." My love says, grabbing my hand as we walk to a picnic area. Once we found an area to sit, one with the most privacy yet most openness to the beautiful sky, I set out the blanket and we sit to eat.

After about 15 minutes of a warm, comfortable silence. Look over to Baz and see him already staring at me. Without words, without thoughts, we lean into one another. Before I know it, before I can think, we are laying side by side on the blanket, locked forever in a slow passionate kiss. However, eventually we have to breathe and pull away, but only by inches and no more. I open my eyes and find myself staring into the swirls of gray that make my knees weak every time I see them.

"Will you marry me?" My mouth blurts out.

Time freezes. He stares at me in shock, and I know I'm staring back the exact same.

What did you do?! Why did you just blurt it out?!

This can't be happening. I ruined it. All of it. I had spent days, weeks even, planning the perfect words, the perfect sentence, to ask. And as per usual, I ruin it all. I ask in the most abrupt and unromantic way.

He will never say yes to this. He is going to think I didn't plan this. That I don't really care either way. When in reality, I care about his answer more than my life. Because his answer will determine my life.

"Did you just...propose?" Baz says hesitantly. He sits up, a confused and nearly worried expression on his face. I sit up next to him, trying to find the best possible way to repair the damage I've already done. But as I look over at his face. His sparkling eyes. His mouth slightly turned in a hidden smile. I know I don't need to repair this. I just have to keep going.

"Yes. I did. I love you so much, Baz. I can't live without you. Not now, not a million years from now. Please, marry me. I want to make you the happiest man in the world. Will you let me try?" I rush every word out, fumbling with getting the ring out of my pocket.

As I open the case, Baz bursts into tears. Before I know it, I'm on my back with Baz on top of me, saying yes through his tears, over and over and over again. I wrap my arms around him and start to cry tears of happiness myself.

Pulling his face towards mine, I give him a slow, but completely passionate kiss. Expressing everything, every sentence I can't say aloud.

As we pull apart, I slip the ring on his narrow finger. He marvels at it, telling me it's beautiful. Telling me he is extremely excited and can't wait to spend the rest of his life with me.

I know, my love. I am too.

It's amazing what just a sentence can do.