Practice

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She had said it a thousand times. 

Not to anyone else, generally when Clementine wasn’t home and she could practice talking to herself.

She’d said it a thousand times. She could do it. Without stuttering.

“So, did you bring me up here to kill me?” Clementine joked, head turning and giving Violet next to her a small smile. Violet gulped.

“Y-yeah, to-to-totally,” She stumbled, hands resting on the blanket they had laid out.

She had planned it all. Packed a nice picnic, gotten a blanket, driven up to the hill that overlooked the city at night to propose. Not to mention, there was a baseball game going on within sight, and for every home run hit by a batter, fireworks were shot off from the stadium.

“C-Clementine…?” Violet questioned anxiously, staring down at the brunette’s hand as she lightly grabbed it. She didn’t need to see her face to know she was concerned. Violet glanced to the side, taking a deep breath and eying the stars. She had said it a million times. She could do it. Standing up, Violet fumbled in her back pocket.

“Vi…?” Clementine asked wearily, eying her with suspicion.

Violet swallowed hard, taking the box out of her back pocket and getting down on one knee. “You’ve been w-with me th-th-through ev-everything. Ev-every speech ap-ap-app-appointment, every fam-family event, every b-bad day.” Clementine’s eyes widened. “Y-you’re...the l-love of my life, and….I’d l-like to s-ss-sp-spend ev-everyday w-wi-with you for-for that time. So...Uh…” Deep breaths. “..will, you marry me?”

Clementine’s jaw hung. “...You didn’t stutter,”

“W-w-” “-When you asked, you didn’t stutter!”

Violet’s eyes widened when she was tackled in a hug. She glanced anxiously to the side. “Is-is that a y-yes?”

Clementine giggled. “Of course it’s a yes, dummy. I’m just shocked you didn’t stutter,”

Violet huffed. “..I s-I said it a th-a th- thousand ti-times to m-mmm-ma-make sure.”

The brunette shook her head. “Yes, I will marry you. I love you.”

“I-I’ve b-been practicing th-that too,”

“What?”

“I love you.”

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