My sweaty hands fumbled with my car keys as I pushed them into my jean pocket after locking Jeep. The sun was slowly descending from the sky casting a beautiful ombré effect. The lawn was freshly leaned and the flowers were neatly designed to make the small front garden look pretty and inviting.
Bouncing up the porch steps, I found myself knocking on y/n's door and anxiously waiting for somebody to answer the door, hopefully not y/n. Shortly, the door was swung open and y/n's dad stood a short distance away with y/n's small French bulldog puppy in his hand. (a/n: I know Shawn's allergic but just forget that)
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(a/n: how adorable are French bulldogs)
"Shawn! Come in, y/n's not here at the minute but she should be back in about 20 minutes." He said as he let Frenchie run off.
"Oh, that's fine. I, um, I actually came to talk to you and your wife." I said stuffing my hands nervously in my pockets.
"Oh, erm, okay. Come, have a sit down I'll just go and get Ann Marie- she's outside doing the gardening as normal." He chuckled and I sent him an uneasy smile.
Once he disappeared my eyes searched the room I had been in millions of times. Memories of y/n and I spending endless nights together watching movies and eating sweets, memories of y/n and I writing songs together, memories of our first kiss and the numerous nights we spent cuddled up on the sofa with nothing but each other to keep us company. Memories that meant the absolute world to me.
My thoughts were disturbed by footsteps echoing down the hall and the faint mumbles of Mrs y/l/n. As she walked into the room she reminded me so much of y/n, her hair was pulled into a low bun at the nape of her neck with loose, curled tendril fell onto her face. She pushed it back absentmindedly; similar to y/n. Her slim figure was adorned in a pair of jeans and an old top with a apron wrapped around her waist.
"Hi Shawn" she beamed as she pulled me into a hug. "So what do you want to talk us about?" She said as she dusted the dirt off her hand and took a seat next to her husband and opposite me.
"Well, it is mainly direct to your husband but I wanted you here as well." I paused and collected my thoughts. "You know that y/n and I have known each other since we were 16 and we've been together since we were 18 and I was wondering, if maybe, I could-" I paused and looked over at y/n's mother who was eagerly bouncing away in her seat. "Um-" I then looked at y/n's father who had a small smirk on his face. "If, I could, er, marry her?"
I felt as if a huge weigh had been lifted off my shoulder; all I needed to hear was 'yes'. The giddiness on Mrs y/l/n was unmissable as she was practically jumping up and down.
"Say yes. Let him marry her. Please, come on, Tony." He looked at her and then back at me.
"I know it means a lot to y/n that I get your blessing" I said to him.
"But, you're only 22 years old." he mumbled.
"I know but I love her, I love her more than I have ever loved anyone. I want to share a home with her, to raise a family with her and to spend the rest of my life with her. Please if you'll-"
"Please Tony!" Mrs y/l/n begged again. He let out a hearty chuckle.
"You have all the women of this family wrapped around your little finger" he joked with a shake of the head. I sent him a shy smile.
There was a silence in the room. A silence which was only disturbed by my fast breathing and the tapping of y/n's mother's foot on the floor.
"Of course," my eyes widened and my breathing hitched. "Of course, you have my blessing" he smiled and I let out a large sigh of relief which was drowned out by a squeal escaping Mrs y/l/n. I glanced over at her but she was already pulling me into a hug before I had the chance.
"Welcome to the family." She beamed as she placed her hand on my cheek and gave it a little squeeze. "Although, you've kind of already been a part of this family" she chuckled and my heart warmed at her small statement.
Mr y/l/n appeared behind his wife and wrapped an arm around his wife's waist whilst she rested her hands on his shoulder and rested her head against him. He placed his hand out in front of me and I shook it firmly.
"Congratulations, boy." He chuckled at the name he used to call me when I started to date y/n.
"Thank you, mr y/l/n. Thank you so much." I said graciously.
"Please, call me Tony. You're about to marry my daughter for goodness sake." He said as he shook his head playfully.
"Have you got the ring?" Mrs y/l/n blurted out. I nodded and pulled out a small, red, velvet box. I opened it up and she gasped. "Jesus! The size of that!" She gushed. "Oh, its gorgeous. Look Tony, isn't it gorgeous." She fawned over the ring and we heard the door click open.
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I shoved the box back into my pocket and y/n walked in. She sent us a smile and we sent her one back.
"Hey." She said with a cheeky smirk playing on her lips and we just continued to look at her whilst she let out a small giggle.
