•Brandon's POV•
A blush rises up on my face as I, yet again, fix my tie. (Y/N) told me that we'd be going to dinner at her parents house, and as much as I loved that idea, it scared me. What was I going to do? What would I say? I mean, if I fuck up once, will that ruin everything? Swallowing, I fix my hair again, staring at my reflection and feeling like the weight of the world was crashing down on me. Feeling the small box in the pocket of my jacket, I think about what she would say. Would she turn me down? Or would her parents grow angry and tell me that I couldn't have their blessing? What about her siblings? Would they like me? What if-
"Brandon? Hey, we've got to get going," (Y/N) calls, making me jump.
I swallow hard, fixing my jacket quickly one last time before leaving our bedroom. I'm helping (Y/N) get her jacket on when she stops me, turning and sighing as she sees my pale face. Cupping my cheeks, she brings me down to her level, a small smile on her face as she kisses me and mumbles something I barely can catch. Whatever it is though, it brings me some peace, and I smile, pulling on my own jacket and following her out to the car.
•(Y/N)'s POV•
Greeting my parents happily, I hug my father, whispering a hello as Brandon steps in and hangs up our jackets. My mother moves on to hug and kiss me while Brandon shakes my father's hand, stiff and emotionless. As he says hello to my mother, I can see his tense nature slowly growing worse, and before my siblings can say anything, I ask if I can talk to him in my bedroom. I grab his hand and haul him upstairs, feeling the muscles in Brandon's hand flexing and gripping my hand tightly. Once the door is closed, I turn to him, tapping my foot and raising a brow.
"What's wrong with you tonight?" I finally ask, making Brandon frown.
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong. I just...I felt a little sick on the way here, and I thought it was something like a stomach bug, but it's not. Just was something that happened, but I'm better now. So nothing is wrong. Come on, let's just go downstairs and enjoy some dinner, yeah?"
Brandon is talking fast, not looking at me as his fingers skim all the small knickknacks that sit on the dresser in my room. Of course, this worries me, and I step closer to him, my hand placed delicately on his arm as he flicks his eyes away from mine in the reflection of the mirror over my dresser. That's when I know something is definitely wrong, and I place a hand on his cheek, turning him to look at me.
"Brandon, baby, what's wrong? Please, don't block me out. Not again."
He sighs, leaning into my touch before sighing and nodding. "I'm scared."
•Brandon's POV•
(Y/N) stares at me, waiting to see what else I'll say, and I crack, wanting to just break down and cry because honestly, I'm so scared and worried that everything is starting to choke me. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I feel her lean against me, her head on my chest as she whispers encouraging words, anything I might need to or want to hear.
When I can speak again, she listens, and I curse myself for the way my voice wavers and pitches, showing just how weak I was right now. God, I was supposed to be her rock. I wasn't supposed to be crying and whimpering like a child, I was supposed to be the one protecting her and making everything right and instead I'm not.
"Brandon, shush, it's okay. Look, I've told my family almost everything there is to know about you, and they love you. They couldn't imagine me with anyone else, and they just want what's best for me. Which is you. Please, I promise, you're going to do great," Y/N murmurs, kissing me softly and running her fingers through my hair.
Once I've calmed again, she nods, whispering to come down for dinner. I follow her there, enjoying the meal as best I can. Which actually is really well, because I quickly find that her family accepts me like another member, and they can't get enough of what I have to say. When (Y/N) leans her head on my shoulder, I smile, kissing her forehead and drawing a collective 'aw' from the rest of the people. Blushing, she buries her head in my shoulder, making me smile wider and mumble that she was perfect.
•(Y/N)'s POV•
Brandon is hitting it off very well with my family, and I can't stop smiling, leaning on his shoulder. We've just started in on future plans when Brandon clears his throat, saying he'd like to ask me something important. Standing up, he moves around and then gets down on one knee, making my hand fly to my mouth.
"(Y/N), I know that you weren't exactly expecting this until next year or later, but I was thinking, and I decided that I can never wait that long. I can't imagine my life without you, and a year or two from now could be far too late. I want to wake up to you every morning and fall asleep with you every night. I want to be there when you cry and scream about how unfair life is and I want to know what it is that makes you so happy when you see your favorite book. I want to marry you, and have a future with you that involves kids and a house and that dog that you've been asking about for ages. So, will you marry me?" Brandon finishes, blushing and slightly out of breath.
I can't stop the smile that comes on my face, nor the tears pouring down my cheeks as I nod and reach out for his hand. Taking it in his, he kisses the back before he moves up and kisses me with a passion that I'd only felt a handful of times. When he pulls back, he slides the ring he'd pulled out onto my finger, and I have to stop myself from just kissing him for the rest of the night. Holding me to him, Brandon whispers he loves me, and I look at my ring over his shoulder.
"I love you too Brandon. So much."
