Y/N POV
"Babe!!! I'm home! Are you ready?" I hear the door shut and I see Dinah run into our bedroom. I was putting on my coat, when I feel Dinahs arms around my waist. "Mmm hi baby, you looks gorgeous" She whispers into my ear. "Hi, love. I'm ready to go" I smile. She takes my hand and leads me out the front door. Today we were spending the night in the city. It was quite cold so Dinah and I both had our coats on. Dinah had on a caramel colored coat with reddish orange heels and a black scarf. I had on a black coat with black boots and a grey scarf. " I can't wait to take you out." She giggles, opening the car door for me "Here you go, m'lady." I giggle "Thanks babe".
15 minutes later
We have arrived at our destination. It was a beautiful restaurant. The sign outside read "Daniel - Lounge Seating". Dinah gets out of the car and opens my door for me "Its a pasta place, I know how you love pasta." She says winking at me and giving me her hand for me to get out. "Its so beautiful.." The building was dark yet super bright. It was a really pretty brown color with black detailing. "Not as beautiful as you though. Cmon babe, we have a reservation" she pulls my hand and leads me into the door. "For 2 please." "Name?" "Hansen" Dinah smiles at me and I look at her blushing. Everyone here was so fancy and dressed up. "D-dinah I don't think I'm dressed to come here" I say nervously. "Baby, Y/N. You look beautiful. But if you don't feel comfortable we can leave." She pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. I look up to her, feeling better about myself. "Thank you babygirl. I-I'm okay now. I want to stay here with you." Her frown now turns into a bright smile. "Thats what I like to hear." She pulls my chair for me and I sit down. "You're so sweet." She sits down and then asks the waiter for their best wine. The waiter comes back and brings back a large bottle of red wine. Her serves us both and then leaves "Thank you" Dinah says. "So babe, why'd you bring me here? Seems a little pricey." I say drinking my wine. Dinah giggles "What? I can't take my amazingly beautiful girlfriend Y/N on a date?" She smirks. "No, I'm just saying. Its so beautiful. I feel like I don't deserve all this" I say quietly chuckling, looking down embarrassed. "Oh my god baby, you don't deserve this? Pfft." Dinah looks at me, lifting my chin with her hand "Of course you don't deserve this, because YOU deserve the world!" She looks at me intently. I blush, feeling my cheeks grow instantly red. "You're so beautiful Y/N. I love you so much. I wish.. I just wish." I look at her confused. " You wish what, Dinah?" She looks down " No baby, its nothing." I'm worried. What is she trying to tell me? " Dinah.. Baby.. Tell me" Dinah sighs and "Y/N.... I love you so much. You're my princess... My queen... My everything. I just want you to be my wife. So that's why I brought you here, not only for you to eat this amazingly delicious food but also to make you feel important and to ask you to marry me." She then gets on one knee. I feel tears streaming down my cheeks "Y/F/N will you marry me?" "Oh- Oh my god Dinah.... Yes! Yes.. Yes baby yes.." I smile still, tears streaming down my face. She pulls me into a tight hug and everyone in the restaurant was now clapping. Some people were standing and others were just watching clapping. Dinah slips the ring onto my finger and holds my hand till we finish eating.
After Dinner
"Dinah, sweetie. Thank you." She looks at me smiling interlocking our fingers "No, Y/N, thank you!" She giggles, opening the door for me to get in and then she gets into the car. "No baby, really. Thank you for the best night of my life. I- I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you." By now she was looking into my eyes. Her eyes so dark and beautiful. I was so in love with her. My girlfr- My Fiancé was so beautiful. "Oh Y/N... I'm so in love with you." She grabs my face and cups it while kissing me passionately. After a few seconds, we both pull away, she grabs my hand and interlocks our fingers once again and starts to drive. This was the best night ever.
