"Babe? Where's my coat?" Marcel asked. You two were together for the past 4 years and it was the best of your life.
"I don't know, in the living room?" You scream from your office.
"It's not there."
"In the chair?"
"Where?"
"Bedroom."
"It's not here (y/n)!"
"What you mean?"
"It's not here woman!"
"Oh my G-, weardobre?!"
"I can't find it! Com'ere help me!" You got up from your chair and headed upstairs.
"I swear, if I find it, your ass is gonna have my finger prints!"
You entered the room and saw... Candles, rose petals, sweet aroma of vanilla and Marcel, in the middle, smiling.
"W-wha?"
"(Y/n), we have been together for 4 years now, and even though you complain about game rages, the wet towel on the bed and that you forget where you put your books, and pretty much drive me crazy, I woke up everyday looking at you and fall in love all over again." He got on one knee an you covered your mouth. "And I can't wait to wake up in the middle of the night and take care of a little one. Will you make me the happiest, the luckiest and the craziest guy in the world, and marry me?"
You were in tears but manage to say.
"Yes."
