"Darling, would you mind going out to the porch with me for a moment?" Dallon asked, running his hand through his hair.
"Oh, uh, sure, why?" (Y/N) questioned.
"It's lovely out there tonight."
"Not as lovely as you." (Y/N) smirked, grabbing Dallon's hand as they walked out to the porch.
The couple took a moment to stare up to the sky above, admiring the bright starry sky.
"I bet you couldn't see this in the city!" (Y/N) cheered, hugging Dallon tightly.
Dallon hugged back. "I didn't mind so much in the moment. Y'know, (Y/N), it's been six years since we got together."
"It has? Jeez, hasn't felt that long." Giggle (Y/N), still clinging to Dallon.
"It has, but I need to ask you a question..." He pushed them off of him, and dropped down on one knee, pulling out a ring. "(Y/N) ) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), would you do me the honor of becoming (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Weekes?" He looked up, hopefully.
"Oh my goodness, Dal. Of course I will." They gasped.
Dallon grinned and stood up before slipping the ring on (Y/N)'s finger. He kissed them gently. "To many more years."