Remus curls up in his blanket, nose pressed into a book, waiting for Sirius to come to bed. Most of the day was spent inside on this dreary Thursday. In fact, Remus hadn't seen Sirius since the morning. When the door opens, Remus marks his page and sets aside his book. 

"When we move, can I suggest having a doggy door?" Sirius says while climbing in to bed, exhausted. 

"For Pumpkin?" Remus muses. 

"Sure."

Remus gives him a sideways glance. "Only if I can have a library."

"Oh please, like we would ever consider a house without a library." Sirius nestles comfortably under the covers, resting his head to face Remus. "I also would like to insist on a large kitchen." 

"For your baking show," Remus adds. "Perhaps a larger living room for next year's Christmas tree."

Sirius' lips twitch into a soft smile, thinking of the year ahead. "With a big front yard."

Remus nods in agreement mid-yawn. "On a quiet street..."

"To dance in the rain," Sirius finishes.

"We can host parties with our friends. Big celebrations. Enough room for everybody."

"Like a birthday. Or a wedding." Sirius' eyes grow heavy as he slowly dozes off into a heavy sleep. 

Remus peers over the pillow to look at Sirius. His eyes are closed, but he's still just barely awake. His hand brushes over Sirius' cheek gently. "Sirius?" he says softly. 

"Mhm?"

"Will you-" The words are a whisper, and before Remus can finish the question, Sirius' breathing evens out to a steady rhythm. Marry me... 

Remus rolls onto his back with a long sigh. Would there ever be a perfect way to propose? Maybe he should've just shouted it over pancakes the other morning. He bunches the blankets over his shoulder and closes his eyes. At this point he was about ready to slam the ring on the table and call it a day. But knowing his luck, it would likely roll off and fall into the vent. 

Remus decides, just as he falls asleep, that he wouldn't seek out the perfect moment anymore. It will present itself when the time is right. Whenever that may be.