Faking It, Lovin' It || Lingorm

Chapter 28: The Double Proposal

After their quiet evening by the fire, Lingling couldn't stop thinking about how far they had come. What started as a fake relationship had blossomed into something real, and deep down, Lingling had already made her decision—she wanted to spend her life with Orm.

Unbeknownst to Orm, Lingling had been planning to propose that weekend. She had found the perfect ring weeks ago, waiting for the right moment to make the leap. As they packed for their weekend getaway, Lingling discreetly tucked the small box into her bag, her heart racing at the thought.

The cabin, nestled in the quiet woods, was exactly what they both needed—a break from the pressures of work and the city. As they sat together by the fire under a blanket, Lingling couldn't help but think how perfect the moment was. Orm was talking animatedly about the stars, but Lingling's thoughts were elsewhere, preparing herself to take the plunge.

But before she could gather her courage, Orm shifted beside her, a sudden nervousness in her usually easygoing demeanor. Lingling glanced over, her curiosity piqued.

"Lingling," Orm began, her voice unusually serious, breaking through Lingling's internal monologue. "I've been thinking a lot lately."

Lingling turned to face her fully, her heart pounding faster now. Is she...? No, it can't be.

Orm's hand fumbled for something in her jacket pocket, and when she pulled out a small wooden box, Lingling froze. Her breath hitched as she realized what Orm was about to do. She's going to propose... now?!

"I know I'm not big on planning," Orm said with a sheepish smile. "But being with you has made me realize that some things are worth planning for. I don't want to pretend anymore. I want this—us—for real. So, Lingling Kwong... will you marry me?"

Lingling blinked, her mind spinning. She looked at the simple yet perfect ring Orm was holding, and without thinking, she burst out laughing—a soft, joyous laugh that left Orm confused.

"Are you okay?" Orm asked, her brow furrowing in concern.

Lingling reached into her own bag, feeling the small box she had hidden away. With a playful grin, she pulled it out, holding it up for Orm to see.

"I can't believe this," Lingling said through her laughter, opening her box to reveal an equally simple, elegant ring. "Because I was going to ask you the same thing."

For a moment, they both just stared at each other in stunned silence, then burst out laughing together, the tension melting away.

"You were going to propose?" Orm asked, her eyes wide, still holding the ring she had presented.

"Yeah," Lingling nodded, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "I've had this ring for weeks. I just didn't know when the right moment would be, and here you are beating me to it."

Orm laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Only us, right? We can't even propose without it turning into this kind of chaos."

"Typical," Lingling agreed, her heart swelling with affection.

They both fell quiet for a moment, the laughter dying down as the weight of the moment settled between them. Lingling looked at Orm, their connection stronger than ever. There was no hesitation, no fear—just the certainty that this was exactly where she wanted to be.

"Let's do this properly then," Orm said, her voice soft but sure. "Lingling, will you marry me?"

Lingling smiled, her eyes shining. "Yes, I will. And Orm, will you marry me?"

Orm chuckled, slipping Lingling's ring onto her finger as she nodded. "Absolutely."

They leaned in for a kiss, slow and full of love, sealing their double proposal with the promise of forever. It wasn't the planned, perfect moment Lingling had envisioned—it was better. Because it was them, in all their messy, unpredictable, beautiful chaos.

This way, both Lingling and Orm are on the same wavelength, reflecting their equal partnership in the relationship. They propose to each other at the same time, showcasing just how in sync they are.