Dallon Weekes #2

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"Darling, would you mind going out to the porch with me for a moment?" Dallon asked, running his hand through his hair.

"Oh, uh, sure, why?" (Y/N) questioned.

"It's lovely out there tonight." 

"Not as lovely as you." (Y/N) smirked, grabbing Dallon's hand as they walked out to the porch.

The couple took a moment to stare up to the sky above, admiring the bright starry sky. 

"I bet you couldn't see this in the city!" (Y/N) cheered, hugging Dallon tightly. 

Dallon hugged back. "I didn't mind so much in the moment. Y'know, (Y/N), it's been six years since we got together."

"It has? Jeez, hasn't felt that long." Giggle (Y/N), still clinging to Dallon.

"It has, but I need to ask you a question..." He pushed them off of him, and dropped down on one knee, pulling out a ring. "(Y/N) ) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), would you do me the honor of becoming (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Weekes?" He looked up, hopefully.

"Oh my goodness, Dal. Of course I will." They gasped.

Dallon grinned and stood up before slipping the ring on (Y/N)'s finger. He kissed them gently. "To many more years."

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