Football Imagines

Declan Rice | v

Author's note: This is a request an anon sent on Tumblr me earlier this month with the prompt "So you're sure you love me?" "We've been together for five years and we're getting married next month, what do you think?". It is a lot shorter than what I usually write, but this is the only thing my brain was able to come up with 😅 Hope you like it, and as always, thank you for reading! 💜

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"I think we may have some of those left in the other room. Let me go check."

"Thank you" Declan smiles as the florist leaves us alone. "What was that?"

"Uh?"

"That long and deep sigh you just let out."

"Nothing" I say.

"I know you and it was something. That's what you do when you are worried about something."

"I'm fine, Declan."

"You just crossed your arms over your chest."

"And?"

"And that's another thing you do when something worries you. C'mon, tell me about it" he says, taking my hand on his.

"The florist is gonna be back any moment now."

"Judging by her face she's probably gonna be gone for a while looking for those flowers, so c'mon" he smiles, squeezing my hand.

"It's... I... Ok" I say, taking a deep breath. "Declan, are you sure that you love me?"

"What?" he laughs. "What kind of question is that?"

"Are you still in love with me?"

"We've been together for five years and we are getting married next month. Of course I love you!" he chuckles.

"But... I... It doesn't matter" I say, shaking my head.

"It does matter" he says, caressing my cheek with his other hand and making me look at him. "If it didn't, you would not have asked me something like that or look this worried."

"It's just... Everything has been a chaos since you asked to marry you, you know? Like, nothing has gone as it should since the moment you got down on one knee, and maybe you are regretting asking me or even being with me because this is like a sign of us not working out. This is the universe telling us to stop."

"The universe knows shit. I don't regret asking you to marry me, and I definitely don't regret being with you. Asking out has been one of the best decisions of my life, and like I just told you, I love you" he says, emphasising those last three words.

"But everything has kept going wrong, Declan. For example, we started it all with the ring you got me being too big, me almost losing it that day, and then not being able to wear it for months because they had to resize it."

"And that was all my fault because I got your size wrong. But while we waited for it to be fixed, you got to wear a different one that you got to choose yourself and that you also love and can wear daily, not just on special occasions."

"That's true, yes. But like I said, that was just the beginning of our problems. The place where we wanted to get married was completely booked for two years, and the next one we liked and that was important for your family, wasn't available either."

"But they say third time's a charm, and we found a venue that has everything we liked from the first place, and that actually has an important meaning for our families since both your dad and my mum used to spend their holidays in that area when they were kids."

"Ok, fine. That turned out pretty well. But what about the catering, uh? We have gone crazy looking for one who fitted everything we wanted and that was appropriate for our guests since they have different diets, allergies..."

"That was a bit of a headache, yes" he chuckles. "But thanks to my brother, it is all fixed now and there won't be any problem."

"The bridesmaids dresses! We are a month away, and the girls still haven't received them!"

"But you already found a plan b, didn't you? And the dress that matters is yours, and that one is ready for the big day."

"The flowers" I continue. "Another thing we don't have ready yet. What if she can't find the ones we want? We can't have a venue without flowers, Declan!"

"And we won't" he says, squeezing my hand again.

"It's been all problem after problem. Can't you see it?"

"We've struggled a bit, yes. But what couple doesn't?"

"It hasn't been just a bit, Declan!" I say while letting go of his hand, some of the other clients looking our way since I've raised my voice more than I should.

"Ok, we've struggled a lot to make it work. But now we have almost everything under control."

"Almost, you just said it. And something else can go to hell from here to the actual day. Like my hairdresser getting sick, or the bus that has to take the guests to the venue getting a flat tire, or..."

"Or nothing" he says, putting his hands on my shoulders to try and calm me down. "Organising a wedding is stressful, ok? There are too many things to worry about, and feeling like this is normal. But I'm not going to stop loving you because things haven't gone as smooth as we thought they would."

"Then you don't... Despite all the problems you don't regret asking me to marry you? Loving me?"

"I don't regret loving you or asking you to marry me, no. In fact..." he says, moving his hands from my shoulders to my waist. "I'm thinking about doing it again."

"What?" I laugh.

"Asking you to marry me. You have doubts about me not loving you anymore because things aren't going as we would like them to go regarding the wedding, so to show you that I do love you as much as a did when I first asked you, probably even more, and that I regret nothing..." he says, getting on one knee and taking my hand on his.

"You are crazy" I laugh again.

"For you? I am, yes" he smiles. "So this time I am going to change my question. My love... Would you marry this man who is so crazy in love with you, that he is asking you to marry him again in the middle of a florist's and with people definitely looking at him and thinking, is he ok?"

"Yes, Declan. I want to marry you again even if you are embarrassing me in front of everyone" I chuckle.

"Are you sure? Because this is forever, and me being embarrassing is part of the deal. It will happen again."

"Oh, don't worry. I've known you are like this since the first time I said yes. It's part of your charm" I tease him.

"That's a bit rude but cute at the same time" he says, standing up. "And looks like we now have to kiss" he says when the few people at the florist's start clapping.

"Yep."

"But before we do it, there is something I have to say."

"Ok."

"I love you. I loved you when I first asked you to marry me, I love you now, and I will love you forever."

"I love you too, Declan. Forever" I smile before kissing him, the other clients now clapping louder and even cheering for us.