The Proposal Final Part
Anon: WE NEED MORE PROPOSAL. PLEASE OUR LITTLE ANGEL WRITER, please please. We would love it dearly
Anon: When is the next part of the proposal gonna be posted
After 8 MONTHS, I’m finally finishing my Proposal series. I’ma little sad but hopefully everyone enjoys it!
You never really liked the hospital. The wash-out lights, ugly tile floors, the white everywhere you looked. You remember coming in a few times as a child but it was never a peaceful experience, obviously. At the moment, you sat in the waiting room with your sister and her husband, counting the dots on the floor to try and stop thinking about…everything.
“He’ll be fine.” Your sister consoled you, one arm draped over your shoulder, the other hand of hers holding on to yours. “He’s a fighter.” You weakly smiled in response.
“I don’t think it’s me you have to worry about.” You pointed to your mother who was practically hysterical as she talked to the woman at the front desk. You knew she was terrified, and so were you and your sister but you had to stay calm. What good was worrying going to do?
“My husband had a heart attack! You have to let me see him!” The nurse eyed the white-knuckled grip your mother had on the counter and took a deep breath before responding.
“Ma'am, as I’ve told you before it was a *suspected* heart attack.” You could tell the nurse was trying to be as patient as possible but your mother had a way of getting to people when she was upset.
“My husband was clutching his chest, he was gasping for breath and red as a lobster!” Your mother screeched. The nurse opened her mouth, eyes narrowing and you knew it was your cue to step in.
“I’m sorry.’ You apologized to the woman, placing your hands over your mother’s shoulders, steering her back to where you and your sister sat. "Mom, you have to let him rest, heart attack or not.”
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m just so worried about him.” She sighed heavily as you sat her down, intertwining your fingers with hers. “I…I called Spencer.”
“You what?” You groaned, wincing. He was the last person you needed to see right now. *If* he even came. He was probably busy with Mattie anyway. Thoughts of the two of them together made your stomach tighten.
“Honey I know but…it felt like something that needed to be done.” Your mother gave you a sad look and you sighed, nodding. Your sister however, was perplexed to say the least.
“What’s the problem here?” She asked, brows raised. You ended up filling her in the fake engagement, how you ended up falling in love with Spencer and about your last argument.
“He hates me. I insulted his girlfriend-”
“Reasonably so! I remember Mattie and she was indeed, a human mattress.” Your sister interjected, jumping back when your mother scolded her for such language.
“It doesn’t matter, he was happy or…he *is* happy with her. The least I could do for him was to be excited for him after he had done so much for me. And isn’t that what love is really about? Being glad someone even if they’re better off with someone else.”
“Oh honey…” Your mother cooed, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a hug. You had to convince yourself you were fine because what could you do? Cry about it? Apparently so because the next thing you knew your shoulders ere shaking and tears were running down your cheeks. You were so preoccupied with your meltdown you didn’t hear the sound of hurried footsteps approach your party.
“Look who actually showed up, wow.” Your sister crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. “Looks like you forgot to bring your trashbag with you.” /Oh god/ was that…?
“Y/n!” Spencer cried running over to you. “Are you okay?” Unaware that you had essentially ‘spilled the beans’, he kept up the fiancé façade. “Darling I was so worried when I got to the house and everyone was go-”
“Save it mister, we know everything.” Your mother interrupted, releasing her hold on you. When you sat up you started wiping your eyes, sighing heavily.
“Why are you here?” You asked, voice warbly. “Shouldn’t you be off with Mattie?” He opened his mouth to answer when your sister shot up out of her chair.
“Yes, shouldn’t you be off with /Mattie/? I bet she’s amazing.” Your sister’s voice oozed sarcasm. You tried to tell her to be quiet, but she wouldn’t relent. “So amazing right Y/n? Like that time she locked you in the janitorial closet and they found you 6 hours later? Or that time she cut off half of your hair? That monster tortured my sister, my sister! She may just be another one of your 'girls’ to you Mr. 'FBI Hotshot’-
"No, no, that’s not true!’ He tried to calm your sister down. He had been silent up to that point. "I-I love her!” He didn’t even looked surprised while he blurted it out.
“You love me?” You asked, bewildered. This wasn’t right, no no no, he was in love with Mattie right?
“Yeah, I do. I do, I love you Y/n.” You stared into his eyes and what followed felt like you had no control of your body. You watched in practically slow motion as your fist connected with his face and how he immediately fell to the floor, unconscious.
He had approached the hospital with a sick feeling in his stomach. He had treated you so horribly and he was ready for your rejection, he didn’t believe he deserved your love.
His heart pounding in his ears was in tune with the echoing of his footsteps through the hospital. He asked every nurse and doctor he saw about the Y/L/N family.
When he did find you and your family, he saw that you were crying and his heart plummeted. Did something happen to your father? Why were you upset? Why were you crying?! The your sister started with the comments and he couldn’t say anything because as crude as they were, they were true.
But then he blurted out that he loved you. So, there he was, lying on the ground, head pounding as he was slowly coming to.
“Give him space!” A doctor ordered, shining a light in his eye. After a moment of analysis, the doctor stood, putting the little light back in the pocket of his lab coat. “He’ll be fine, he just needs a little ice, I’ll make sure a nurse comes by.” He addressed you, the most nervous person in the room.
“Spencer!” You laid on your knees, cupping his face in your hands. “I’m so sorry I have no idea what happened! I-I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to punch you!”
“Can you help me up?” He groaned, trying to open his eyes. Once he stumbled to his feet you stared at the forming bruise on his cheek. You really knocked him out.
“You still love me?” You tried to tease but it seemed to increase the tension. The tip of his ears and his cheeks pinked, rubbing behind his neck sheepishly.
“About that y/n-”
“I mean how did…when did… w-why?” You asked. “I thought you were in love with Mattie.” Your voice dropped to a whisper, arms crossing to try and somehow hide yourself.
“I want to start off by apologizing. You were completely right about Mattie and I can’t explain my behavior. Please accept my apology…” He paused until you nodded, continuing. “I guess I didn’t realize that I love until a few minutes ago. Falling in love with you is as easy as breathing or blinking. Everyday we’ve spent as a couple has been effortless. I never thought that with the business I was in that I would ever meet someone, let alone fall in love. But I guess the childhood crush I had on you never really faded away.” He took a deep breath, falling on one knee.
Your mother and sister gasped while you assumed you looked crazy, eyes wide and jaw open enough for the flies to come into your mouth.
“And I don’t want it to. I don’t ever want to fade away. I want to continue waking up next to you and spending meals with you. I want to be able to continue to argue with you over Star Wars and Star Trek, I want you to make fun of me for chopsticks and I’ll make fun of you for your celebrity crushes. I want you to be my wife.” He swallowed nervously. “I still don’t have a ring, but I can offer you my soul, my heart and everything that I am. It’s not much, but it’s all I have and all I can give. Please accept, I know that I don’t deserve your love after everything that I did to you but Y/n y/m/n y/l/n will you please do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Yes.” You agreed, nodding your head and wrapping him up and a gigantic hug. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You leaned in for a kiss, just about to touch his lips when….
“What the hell is going on?” Your dad’s voice interrupted, causing the two of you to split apart. He sat I front of you in a wheelchair, nurse alongside him. “Did I have a stroke? Didn’t this already happen?” The two of you laughed, looking back at each other before moving to kiss again.
Epilouge to follow!
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