Picture This:
A guy and a girl are curled up together, having a nice night, enjoying Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. The boy starts asking questions similar to those he has been asking for the past week. "If I were to propose, how would you like me to do it?" After giving him actual answers for a week and deciding that repeating what she had already said wasn't going to make any difference the girl simply says that however he decides to propose would be perfect and she would be happy.
Boy rolls over and starts moving around. Girl turns over to ask him what he's doing and he's down on one knee, ring box in hand, asking "How is this?"
After a few moments of shock the girl recovers and says
"What the hell is that!?"
She repeats the question a few times and receives nothing for an answer. He pulls himself up off his knee and resumes the cuddling that was happening prior to all of this. He hands the girl the ring box which she then proceeds to close and open about seventeen times because she is convinced that she's dreaming and the rings inside are going to disappear altogether.
The boy calmly reminds the girl that she didn't answer the question, to which she responds that he technically didn't ask the question.
"Will you marry me?"
"I think I could do that."
Kisses and smiles all around. Then the boy lets it slip that the girls grandmother knew about the rings several days ago. So the girl dashes down the stairs and barges into her grandmother's room.
"You knew about this!?"
"Well, something might have been mentioned.... Are you telling me something?"
Cue the smiles and the laughter and the tears and the hugs.
There you have it.
Our engagement story.
Complete with Mr. Boston down on one knee. <3
