Falling for You

Marry Me?

Song - Blame it on the boogie by The Jacksons

I started moving in to Timothée's one box at a time. This, that had seemed such a big deal a few months ago, felt like a natural switch.
"Uh I think that's the last box." I said dropping the heavy cardboard at my feet. Timothée stood in front of me smiling.

"No it can't be the last one."
"I counted babe. It's the last one." I said tapping the lid.
"But what about that." He pointed over my shoulder.
I turned.
"What? I don't see-"
He twisted my shoulders to face the wall.
"Look closely."

"What-"
"Just keep looking and you'll notice it." He urged.
"Okay..." I stared at the wall, still not seeing what he was getting at.
"Tim I really don't know what you're-"
As I turned around again I saw Timothée down on one knee.

Holy shit I thought.
"Y/n, I love you so much. You're the most amazing person and I-" he reached in his back pocket pulling out a velvet box opening it to reveal a silver ring with a little diamond.
"I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. So...will you marry me?"

I was speechless with a hand on my heart.
"Kinda leaving me hanging here." He said.
"Oh! Sorry, yes Timmy I'll marry you!"
He stood and kissed me.
"Oh thank god." He chuckled.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed.

"Hey let's put it on." He suggested.
I held out my hand and he slid on the ring.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed excitedly.
"I gotta phone like 30 people!"
He laughed at me as I rushed to the phone.

Lois and Kerr were happy for me...my band mates were nice but not pleased.
So we had Lois and Kerr over for drinks that night to celebrate.

We drank cheap wine and danced around to the pop radio. Lois was obsessed with ring, as was I. I told her she'd be my maid of honour as let's be honest none of my band mates even wanted to go.

"Oh but have you told your mother?" Lois asked.
"Ugh I mean she knows of him but they've never even met. I'm worried she won't like him."
"The fact that he's Jewish will be enough for your mother."
"Ha, you're right." We clinked our glasses.

"Never got the whole thing with why parents want you to marry someone one of your own." Lois said doing inverted commas with her fingers. "It's a weird thing when you think about it."
"Hmm yeah, I suppose she just wants her grandchildren to be Jewish."
"That makes sense."
"She never sees me anyway I don't know why she cares so much."

"You are inviting her aren't you?" Lois asked.
"Hmmmm." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Y/n!"
I shrugged again and went back up to Timothée in the living room putting my arm around him.

"Hey baby." Tim said giving me a head kiss. "Kerr was just telling me about the time you flashed a bouncer so he and Lois could get in a club is that true?"
"Ummm...maybe."
"Oh my god." He laughed squeezing me tight against him.
"Told you." Kerr said.
"I told you that should be kept quiet."
I warned Kerr.

"Hey married people don't keep secrets." He laughed.
"We aren't married yet." I laughed taking another sip of my wine.

Just then the radio person spoke out; "okay we're taking it back with this one time for a little disco or should I say disco inferno."

Kerr gasped excitedly "Oh my god somebody drag Lois out the kitchen!" He ran to the kitchen shouting. "Lois they're playing burn baby burn!"
We heard an oh my god she burst out of the kitchen and her and Kerr burst into dance.

Timothée and I stood laughing at them, drinking.
"This is their song." I said
"Some fucking song." Tim laughed.
"Oh no it's our song now!" Kerr said pulling me and Timothée close to dance.

A/N : A happy all the way through chapter ... that's a change. Also I unironicly love disco music.