The Pick Up Line | Desmond Miles

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"Hey, Y/N?"

Desmond called from the couch in the living room, you placed the spoon down on the counter and wiped your hands on your apron. "Yeah?" You asked as you peeked your head around the corner, he was standing a few feet away from you in the living room looking quite nervous. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he smiled when he saw you in the doorway. "I know you have a boyfriend, and that's cool." He started, and you snorted at what he said and facepalmed yourself. Desmond and you have been together for a few years and he would always cracked jokes at the most random of times, it always made you laugh because of how dorky he was even though he was a grown man. But you loved how he was a child at heart, it kept you on your toes and made you expect the unexpected. "But I just thought you should have a husband." He finished, and you laughed at his joke even though you didn't really get it, before leaning your shoulder against the wall. Desmond's face suddenly grew serious as he placed his hand into his pocket and withdrew a velvet box. You didn't notice the box at first, so you just kept giggling and kept your eyes on his as he stepped towards you. Your hands covered your face, and you snorted again as you saw through your fingers that Desmond was now standing in front of you. He gently removed your hands from your face by your wrists, a bright smile appearing on his face again as he kneeled on one knee in front of you. Your chuckling immediately stopped upon seeing what he was doing, your eyes widened like saucers as your hand shot up to cover your mouth.

"I know this isn't the most romantic way to do it, but I ran out of ideas and this was the first thing that came to mind." You could tell he found the whole situation quite humorous, his brown eyes sparkling up at you as he watched your reaction. Tears welled in your eyes as you jumped up and down in your place, your excitement bubbling over and you couldn't believe this was happening. Desmond grabbed the hand that wasn't covering your mouth which luckily was your left hand, and gazed lovingly up at you. "So, Y/N, will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Miles?" He asked as he leaned forward in anticipation, and you chuckled out a sob as you nodded your head up and down vigorously. "Yes, Desmond, of course!" You spoke through your happy tears, he chuckled at your reaction and relaxed as he slid the diamond ring in your finger. He stood up to his full height and you immediately launched yourself into his awaiting arms, he picked you up and twirled you around in the air. Your screams echoed around the apartment as you buried your head into his white hoodie that he always wore, laughing loudly before Desmond set you back on your feet but didn't let you go. His strong arms were wrapped around your waist, he squeezed his arms together to keep you close and you giggled into his shoulder. Tears trailed down your face and fell into his hoodie, you pulled back just enough to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss. Your arms tightened around his shoulders as you stood up on your tippy toes, him pulling you closer by your waist and a blush sweeping across your body when you felt the space between you close.

The smell of something burning grabbed your attention as you broke apart, your eyes widened as you rushed away from Desmond and into the kitchen. Throwing on some oven mitts and muttering curse words in Italian, you pulled the blackened casserole from the oven and placed it on the stove. You huffed out a breath as you slammed the oven door closed, feeling Desmond come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder. You could already feel the sarcastic comment coming on before he said anything.

"I thought you said you could cook."

"I will kill you—"

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•guys i have come to realize that all my chapters are trash, please forgive me lol

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