Saving Willow 18+

s i x t y - o n e

Marry You - Bruno Mars

Cillian holds my hand as we walk into a restaurant in the heart of NYC, the waiter at the front greets us but doesn't make eye contact with me, only looking at Cillian. Okay, rude.

He escorts us upstairs away from the other customers, I look at Cillian curiously, he only smiles softly in return.

We walk into a large room with only a single table placed in the middle of the room, candles scattered across the floor uliminating a soft glow, music plays quietly in the background and a large bouquet of flowers lay on the table. The man walks off to the corner of the room as Cillian walks us to the table pulling out a chair for me, I sit and thank him quietly as he sits across from me.

The man from the front fills up two glasses of champagne before handing us a menu, as he walks off I skim over the words before my eyes almost pop out at the prices at this place "Cillain, this place is too expensive" I almost whisper to him, "How many times do I need to tell you, I will spoil you, every single day? Do you need another punishment to remind you?" He questions

My ass is still sore from the last one, but none the less his words make me wet, I shift in my seat trying to calm my hormones down "No sir" I mumble in response looking back down at the menu, I hear him chuckle as my face turns red.

Asshole knows exactly what to say to get me all hot and flustered.

"Have you two decided on what you'd like to order?" The man from earlier appears, I jump slightly at his voice, what is he a fucking ninja or something? Cillian and I both put in our orders before the man leaves the room.

We sit in silence as I watch Cillian nervously fiddle with his fingers, taking a moment I look over his attire, he's wearing a suit jacket, and white dress shirt, with a black tie, I've never seen him in a suit but he looks delicious in it.

"You look very handsome tonight" I speak breaking the silence, "And you look perfect as always" He responds, I don't miss the small layer of sweat forming on his forehead, is he hiding something from me?

"What are you hiding?" I blurt out, he looks at me, his face remains calm but his eyes don't "Nothing angel, I just feel stupid in this monkey suit" He sighs leaning back in the chair as his knee bounces.

"I think it suits you well" I smile trying to boost his confidence, he gives me a soft smile in return before taking a deep breath, "Is it fucking hot in here?" He mumbles more to himself loosening his tie as I giggle, "No it's not baby".

He shrugs the jacket off of him before leaning his elbows against the table, his leg continuing to bounce up and down. What has gotten into him today?

"Are you okay?" I ask him genuinely concerned, is he having a heart attack? He looks like he could explode at any second, "I'm fine it's just boiling In this place" He responds before taking a sip of the champagne in front of him, I worry for a second, maybe he's getting sick? Maybe he's having a panic attack?

He pulls his tie loosening it even more, "Do you need some fresh air? We can go home-" I begin to ramble but he cuts me off "No, no angel I'm fine I promise you" He responds still smiling at me.

But I know he's lying, something's bothering him. "Do you regret asking me to move in?" I question as doubt begins to fill me, maybe he regrets it, maybe he regrets us "Oh my god are you breaking up with me?" I whimper at the thought.

Panic fills his eyes even more, "God no, no angel not at all. Fuck".

I watch as he stands and finishes the glass of champagne before mumbling "Fuck it, just do it" to himself.

Do what? Fuck what? Me? Are we gonna have sex on the table? Shit, I wouldn't mind.

"Willow" He begins dragging me and my chair to the side to face where he now stands. My eyes find his and I watch in shock as he kneels on one knee in front of me, oh my fuck, oh my fuck.

"I know it's soon, I know people will think we're crazy, shit you might even think this is crazy because it definitely is" He begins to rant.

No I don't, not at all, not even in the slightest do I think this is crazy.

"But I've known from the moment I laid eyes on you, that you were going to be mine. I promised you, that I'd marry you, and I don't want to waste any more time not having you constantly in my life" He pauses collecting his thoughts, and my eyes begin to water as the realisation of the situation sets in.

"I've already asked your father and your brothers, I promised them to love you until my last breath", The tears fall freely now, he went out of his way to ask my family, to put himself in an uncomfortable situation just for my happiness.

"I promise to treat you like a fucking queen, to take care of you, shower you in love and affection, I'll never let you go without in this world. I want you in my house, in my bed, with my rings on your finger as my wife, and my babies in your stomach"

He pulls out a small black velvet box and opens it, in there sits the most gorgeous ring I've ever laid eyes on, but the ring doesn't matter, he could have proposed with a ring pop and I still would have said yes.

"Angel, will you marry me?" He asks, hope and love lacing his voice.

I open my mouth to respond, but my body is in overdrive as I try my hardest to say yes, scream and yell yes!

Fuck it, fuck the words. I fling myself out of my seat as I crash my lips into his, I almost push him over with the force of the kiss I'm giving him, we desperately kiss each other, as if this moment would fade away at any second.

When finally I can bring myself to speak I pull back from our kiss "Yes, 1000 times yes" I whisper against his lips.

I feel him smile as he smashes our lips together once again, my man, my Cillian, my future husband.

I sit back on my knees as he takes my shaking hand in his shaking hand. Carefully he removes the promise ring to another finger as he places the gorgeous engagement ring onto my ring finger, I can't stop staring at it, it's real, this is real.

"I love you my angel" Cillian whispers as I look up at him so with much love and admiration in my eyes, "I love you too Cillian, forever".

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