You had been anxiously bouncing on the balls of your feet all night. Throughout dinner your knees had been banging together under the table, unable to stay still for longer than thirty seconds at a time. You were too anxious. Smurf had helped you plan out tonight for almost two weeks. She had been shocked by it at first, surprised that you were going to be the one to propose to Pope. But she was excited to help out. You pulled it off seamlessly.
“I wanted to ask you something.” You finally spoke up, reaching out a hand to grasp onto Popes while you both strolled down the empty beach. The sun had set hours ago, so you used the light of the moon to light your way across the beach. Pope glanced at you, squeezing your hand to let you know he was listening. Pulling him to a stop you took a deep breath to steady your nerves and pulled out the ring box from the pocket of your sweatshirt. “Will you marry me?” With shaking fingers you popped open the ring box, anxiously taking in Pope’s face to gauge his reaction.