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(This is the first epilogue)

WESTON LOCKE

Two years later

Houses are a thousand times better than penthouses. You get your own garden, you can easily access furniture through your front door, you don't have to buzz in electricians or plumbers.

Houses are elite and penthouses are overrated.

Even Micah can agree.

We recently moved into a modernised house just outside of zone one, close enough to get into London and drive through the city. Even though we were still near central it was less chaotic, more peaceful. If London can be such thing.

It took us months to find something that was perfect for us, we didn't want to settle for just anything. Besides, we had my penthouse to live in whilst we looked and Micah fully moved in when Valentina and Theo found a place for themselves.

Micah was adamant that this would also help him save up so he could pitch in some money.

After selling the penthouse, I knew full well I'd be able to buy the house out right. Micah was willing to put down for a deposit but I didn't want the stress of a mortgage, I just wanted our lives to be as easy and simple as possible.

This didn't sit well with Micah, as you probably could guess. But we found an agreement, Micah would pay for furniture, decorators, renovations with the money he saved. Anything to help make our house a home.

I could give him that, it was our house after all and I wanted him to feel like he was a part of it. He felt like he had never put anything together before and thinking about designing the colour scheme and the furniture was exciting him more than I realised.

He even bought lots of books to help with organising, placement and the overall atmosphere of a home.

He took it very seriously.

Everything paid off because within three months we had a home of dreams. Micah impressed me with how well he did. I didn't see him for the interior decorator kind but he sure surprised me.

Tonight I made the decision of throwing both of us a date night in our dining room.

Micah was out with Valentina which gave me enough time to prepare, especially knowing that tonight was the night. The night I might possibly die from anxiety and nerves I had no idea I could feel.

To pop that dying question.

I lay the table with a cream tablecloth, I light candles across the table and put on a classical playlist. My fingers twist the light switch and I dim the room, enough so we could see what we would be eating.

I place a bottle of red down between the crisp white plates and the napkins and shiny cutlery.

My eyes take one glance in the mirror at the black shirt I had on, undone at the top and sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Matched with a pair of jeans and a belt. I might have gone a bit crazy on the aftershave but I needed to cover the amount I was currently sweating right now.

Soon the front door cracks open and I turn my head to the noise, brushing down my shirt and trying to cover my panicked expression.

Micah's head slips through the door and he glances up at me, the smile made my heart melt. "What's this?" He removes his jacket and hangs it over the back of a chair.

"Wanted to do something nice for you," I smile as I take his hand and lead him over to the table. "Sit."

He does as I say and watches me whilst I crack the bottle of wine and pour us both a large glass, I'm definitely going to need it.

"I hope you're hungry," I quirk a smile at him.

"Always hungry for your cooking." He beams.

I slip away from the dining room and into the kitchen, plating us up a bowl of lobster pasta indulged in a creamy sauce. When I bring out the food Micah instantly hums. "Man, I can smell that from here. It's going to be delicious."

My hand places down the bowl in front of him and I loop around the table to sit at the other end.

Micah studies me and I can't help but smile. "What?"

"You're just cute," he shakes his head before picking up his fork.

"All for you my love."

My shaky hand reaches for the wine glass and I take a massive gulp before digging into dinner, anything to line my stomach from the chaos that was erupting in my mind.

"So, how was your day?"

Micah hums, his mouth full of pasta. "Go–ood," he mumbles before chuckling, he swallows and twirls his fork between the spaghetti. "Yeah really good, nice to see Vee."

"I'm glad."

"How was yours?"

I chew on the bit of lobster between my teeth and nod. "Pretty chilled, just been planning this little meal for you."

"Well it's lovely, thank you." He says as he glances around the room at the candles. "It's pretty in here, very romantic."

"I don't do romantic," I brush off with a playful smile.

"Ermm... yeah you do."

"Okay, maybe sometimes." I say in defeat.

Micah laughs and then tells me about what's going on in Valentina and Theo's lives. I sit and listen patiently whilst crying to keep my cool, time was approaching fast. We had drunk most of the wine and polished off both our plates.

He pushes back in his chair and strokes his stomach. "My goodness, that was amazing. You should cook everyday." He teases.

"If you want me to," I grin. Micah folds the napkin in front of him in half, I clear my throat and he glances at me. "Actually, I got you a little something."

"You did?" His hand slams onto the table accidentally. "Why?

"Because I wanted to," I say as I push out the chair from underneath me, grabbing his hand on the way past. I guide us over to the living space and face him against the mantelpiece, our eyes falling on the large box in the middle. "Open it."

Micah bends down and picks it up, still facing away from me. I quickly dig into my pocket and clutch the box between my hands, falling down onto one knee and trying to ignore the sound of my thumping heart.

"W-Wh–" he's confused and I stay put. "West, there isn't anything in here?"

He turns around and lowers the box, his eyes finding me in the kneeling position and he gasps. Covering his mouth with his hands, blinking back the tears that already threatened his eyes.

"West," his voice gets caught in his throat.

"Micah," I smile and take a breath before I trip over my words. "God, my Micah. You make me so incredibly happy and I want to spend everyday with you for the rest of my life. There is no doubt in my mind that you're the one for me."

A tear drips down his cheek, he pushes it away but they don't stop.

"So that's why I'm going to ask you... Micah Bleu, will you marry me?"

As soon as the words fall from my lips my mouth turns dry, looking up at Micah as he silently cries. For a few moments he doesn't respond and my body heats up underneath, the back of my neck spiking in pain.

Then eventually he nods and drops his hands from his face. "Yes, fuck. Yes, I'll marry you."

My cheeks instantly burn from the grin that stretches across my face. Micah flicks his eyes down to the ring, it was a simple silver band with black detailing.

Micah claps his hands together as I pluck the ring from the box and take his left hand in mine, I hover it over his fourth finger and slowly push it down. He squeals and then admires it.

"Oh my God," he cries.

I push myself up from the floor and Micah jumps up to wrap his arms around my neck, clutching onto me tightly. My arms snake around his lower back and I hug him close, finally taking a breath of relief.

"Holy fuck," he mumbles. "We're gonna get married."

"Hell yeah we're getting married," I chuckle. We both pull back slowly at the same time and I take his warm face between my hands and I kiss him so passionately that I'm almost sure I heard his heartbeat flutter.

He sighs into my mouth and deepens the kiss, tasting his tears in my mouth.

Micah pulls back slowly but keeps our lips close, he glances up in my eyes and admires me. "Oh Weston Locke, we're going to be husbands." He grins, tears still evident on his cheeks.

"Mmmmm," I hum in response. "We sure are my love. You're going to be my husband and we're going to live the best life together."

His face crumbles with emotion before he buries his head back into my neck. "God, I'm so happy," he clutches my shirt.

I stroke his back with my hand and nod. "Me too, so fucking happy."

Then he gasps and pulls away. "We've got so much to plan." He nods, removing one of his hands to wipe his eyes again. "The wedding and shit.."

"What?" I frown.

"I really want my mum to be there."

"And Nicola will be there."

"But if it's okay with you, I'd love to get married sooner so that I know she'll be there to see me on our big day. She's told me so many times that she's dreamt of watching me get married and she thinks the world of you. I just don't want to get married and she's not there." He exhales slowly.

I cup the side of his cheek. "If that meant we had to get married tomorrow so your mum is there, than we will. I am willing to do whatever so Nicola is there to experience our wedding."

I could physically see Micah's heart melt in front of me. He clutches the back of my head and brings our lips back to each other again. "Fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you too, Micah." I mumble against him.

Micah drops his hand from my neck and admires the ring. "My God, it's so gorgeous. Fuck, I can't wait to tell her. She's going to be over the moon!"

"We can start looking at venues and caterers and everything as soon as you want to."

"Tomorrow?"

His eyes are wide and full of love. I can't help but chuckle at his eagerness but I find myself nodding. "Tomorrow, sounds like a perfect time for me. Tonight we can celebrate."

Micah throws himself at me again and I stumble backwards. We laugh and we kiss and we remember why we ever fell in love in the first place.

Because this is us for life and nothing will come in our way.

. . .

Oh my goodness, my babies got engaged!!

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