“You okay?”
“Yeah,” Lucy answers absently, taking the flute of champagne from Tim’s outstretched hand and raising it to her lips to take a sip.
He tilts his head, clearly unconvinced.
“I am,” she assures him, voice more certain this time. “It’s just…” Lucy pauses to glance around the room before turning back to him. “I’ve always loved weddings, but there’s usually a part of me that’s sad because I don’t have what they have, you know?”
She nods in the direction of John and Bailey as she speaks. The newlyweds are swaying together on the dance floor, eyes only for each other as they share a whispered conversation along with their first dance. They’re completely oblivious to the outside world, wrapped in the kind of quiet intimacy Lucy has always longed to share with someone.
She turns back to Tim. “This time, I do.”
“That’s… a good thing, right?” he hedges when she trails off with a lost look in her eyes.
“Yes,” Lucy says quickly, resting her free hand on his bicep in reassurance as her eyes refocus on his. “It’s just… a lot, you know? Knowing that this will be us one day.
“Yeah?” Tim breathes, the syllable spilling from his lips in surprise. Her eyes widen in panic, and he realizes then that his response sounded more like a question.
“I mean. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” she asks, and he can tell she’s aiming for casual though it falls short by miles.
“I do,” he answers easily, before adding, “No… pun intended.”
The accidental word play tears a laugh from Lucy’s lips and he smiles as well before sobering once more.
“Is that – do you?” he asks carefully. “Want this, I mean?”
“I mean, not this exactly,” she replies, looking around at the large crowd and the fancy ballroom. It’s lovely, but it’s not them. They haven’t ever concretely spoken about any of this; engagement, wedding, marriage. But she thinks she’d prefer something a little more understated and she has a feeling Tim would too. “But marrying you?” Lucy continues, drawing his attention back to her. “Absolutely.”
His lips quirk upward, spreading into a smile. “Good to know.”
She buries her own smile behind the rim of her champagne flute, taking another sip of the bubbly liquid, and Tim does the same.
“But that doesn’t count as a proposal,” she adds as an afterthought.
Tim nearly chokes on his champagne and Lucy smirks.
“I know,” he manages once he regains his ability to breathe, though his heart still beats unevenly against his ribs because holy shit. Should he already be thinking about proposing?
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New One Shot - "Waxed Floor"
In any case, there were a few moments in his life where he imagined where, when, and how he might run into his ex-girlfriend and how he would react. But of course, the final scenario had to top everything. And of course, he could never have imagined this encounter - or should he call it a collision - in his entire life. Because who would ever envision something like THAT?
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Tim runs into his ex Ashley McGrady - in the truest sense of this words and chaos encounters.
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