Bit of a stupid question, but I need to know for sure: Lizzy accepted Darcy's proposal, right? (I was thinking about this during work, and I have to know, haha).
I was going to just give a yes or no, but then I accidentally wrote a thing. So here’s a thing!
“That was delicious,” said Lizzy, standing up and gathering
their plates together. “For someone who frequently burnt pasta a year ago, this
is a miracle!”
Darcy jumped up as Lizzy turned to take the plates to the
sink. “No, don’t do that! I can clean up later, it’s fine.”
Lizzy rolled her eyes. “Nonsense! You cooked, so I’ll wash
up.” She went to turn away once more but stopped when she saw Darcy’s frustrated
frown. “Is everything okay? You seem… nervous? Or angry? I’m sorry, usually I
can tell them apart, but this one’s just sort of slap-bang in the middle.”
“I’m not angry!” Darcy said quickly. “And – and I’m not
nervous, either.”
Setting down the plates once more, Lizzy took Darcy’s hands
in hers. “You don’t sound particularly convincing on that one, babe.”
Darcy’s mouth twitched into a smile. “You know I can’t keep
a straight face when you use pet-names.”
“Babycakes, I hate to break this to you, but your face is
never straight.”
Darcy burst out laughing, letting Lizzy pull her closer. “Babycakes?
That’s a new one. I hate it.”
“Me too,” Lizzy laughed, wrapping her arms around Darcy’s
waist and leaning up to kiss her on the cheek. “But now you’re smiling. I love
it when you smile.”
“I love you. All the time.”
“I love you too. All the time.”
