The night sky was glaringly making me feel guilty for not proposing to Conor tonight. I should've, but then again I wanted it to be the date that I plan.

"It makes me excited for next weeks date night." Conor smiled in excitement and suddenly started to run away down the park.

"Hey!" I ran as fast as I could to him, watching him collapse on the grass and sigh.

I crashed down beside him with my head on his chest. His fingers were running through my soft hair while I was listening to his racing heart. Forever, I'd look after him. Through sickness and health, through whatever he was dealing with. I'd made that promise to myself, to make sure I was there every step of the way.

I felt failed when we broke up, I felt as if I couldn't look out for him. I was looking after me and he was looking after him. We took for each other and just sought best to take each other away.

There were so many special moments in both of our lives. The dates, the laughs, our trips down away from where we lived and many other memories.

I'd hold them forever. I wouldn't ever let them go regardless of what happens.

"I had a dream last night," I looked up to Conors glistening eyes and nodded to give a sign to proceed talking. "We were married, had good jobs and had two kids running around the house. Price and Phil lived with their girlfriends and Joe was about to get married. It was so strange but us two, it felt like it was bound to happen."

My heart glowed in my chest. Truth was, I've thought about it so many times. I can't even explain how much I wanted it. To have a family with Conor one day. I just hoped he'd say yes to my proposal.

We laid for a few more minutes before getting up and heading home. His hand was laced through mine comfortably and his head was tilted slightly on my shoulder.

The silence was making it tense. I somehow kept thinking Conor could hear my thoughts. I'd tried my best to keep the proposal secret and to not tell him. It was difficult but every little thing he believed. I did have to lie, but I knew he'd forgive me in the end.

We arrived at the front door and his hand pointed over the sofa. He looked so tired and worn out. "No, I'm carrying you to bed."

"Can we do the whole thing tomorrow night?" He hopped into my arms and I started walking down the hall while he murmured.

I nodded and held him close as I laid him gently onto the bed, his smile getting even bigger.

"No problem Conor. I'll be in the living room if you need me."

He nodded and smiled, unexpectedly getting up and kissing me then wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You know how much I love you? Right?"

"More than anything." I kissed him again then went into the living room, opened my laptop and got some more ideas for the date I was planning.

I wanted this to be something Conor would remember for the rest of his life. Something exotic and memorable that he would adore. I knew Conor kind of hates surprises, but loved knowing them. I flicked through some ideas and then I reached wedding ideas. I got so shakey, I couldn't, well I didn't know why. I got this burst of tears flow down my face.

I was sure it was the realisation that I was hopefully going to marry him. My heart burst again, and I smiled. I felt like screaming with pure happiness, pure joy that this man would hopefully be walking down the isle in a suit. A ring on his finger in the next few minutes.

My mind kept floating to the wedding. I didn't know what theme, what type of dresses our parents would wear or the suits. I couldn't wait to plan it with Conor because its making me super excited.

I eventually tipped myself fully into all the wedding ideas. I couldn't help myself. I excitedly jumped on the couch, and if people saw me they'd probably think I'm crazy.

I put down the laptop about an hour later and went to pour a small glass of wine. I couldn't even put into words how happy I was. How excited I was to spend the rest of my life with the man sleeping peacefully on the bed.

I set the glass down after finishing it and heading to bed. I felt so wrecked and my heart felt so tense. Nervousness, love, excitement, fear. So many emotions running through me.

Conors POV:
I felt so tired as I yawned. My leg was curled into the blanket softly and I soon fell asleep.

I kept having these crazy dreams. Ones where Dom and I got married. It just wouldn't stop but every morning I kept thinking it was real. I wanted it to be real. To have a lifestyle with Dom. To have little kids, to have him beside me every morning and every night. To make him breakfast sometimes and have him make me breakfast sometimes. To go travelling around the world together and our wedding.

There were so many things. I wanted to spend every part of my life with Dom. I truly loved him. Loved every flaw he hated as he loved every flaw I hated.

He made me feel so complete. So happy and the void in my heart was officially gone. I loved him so much. I couldn't express it enough.

I peacefully fell asleep and soon enough I felt arms tightly around me and I knew the man I loved, was right beside me.