
All of it had gotten Fig to thinking, soul searching. He knew at the very core of his being that he loved Cam. Adored her! She was his best friend, his dearest companion and confidant, the absolute love of his life. Of this, he had no doubt in his mind, or his heart. He had already told her that if there was any one person in the entirety of Above or Below he would marry, it would be her. That hadn't been a proposal, just a frantic statement of his feelings. As true then as it were now. No, he had been wanting to put loads of time planning the perfect proposal, find the perfect song or songs, and practice, practice, practice, when he got the chance to do so in private, of course. Planning popping the big question had been put on the back burner for a while. They had gone house hunting, had moved into, gotten themselves situated in their new home. Schooling was still a thing, so classes, commuting. Then, their attempts at family planning. If anything, Fig felt he was long overdue. With everything they did together, everything they've experienced and gone through, the time felt more than right. What future lay ahead of them was a mystery, but one the Fae was looking forward to taking on with his lady love.
Despite it having been a time since he had thought much on his plan, everything seemed to fall into place before him. He knew what he had to do. First, have Cam be out of the house, classes and errands would work for his purposes, but to be sure, he had asked her to bring home a short list of a few things. Nothing overt. A thing or two for his gardening, a nice bottle of wine, a small package from a friend of his, and anything else she might fancy. Next, once he was certain she had everything she needed for her outing and abouting and wouldn't be just spontaneously showing up again, he set to decorating the garden. Lights were carefully wrapped around branches of a modest tree in their backyard. A stereo was tucked just out of sight, but within easy range of the remote tucked in his pants pocket. Frosted glass lanterns were set on the table, by the backdoor, skirting the edges of his flowerbeds, leaving plenty of clear space to move, walk, and dance, of course. Then to get a meal prepared and have it be ready or just about so by the time Cam was due to return home. He had music already queued up, so he didn't have to worry over that.
Time flew by, as he was sure he had been. Fig was nervous, and so very excited. His wings fluttered anxiously at his back as he checked over everything for what he was sure was the eighth or ninth time. It'd be great, perfect, of course that didn't help how fidgety he felt. The Fae felt fit to burst! Turning off the lights in the back until the time came, Fig settled himself into the kitchen to fuss over the dinner he was preparing and trying consciously to not look so obviously nervous. He had to play it cool for when Cam returned home!
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Playlist of sorts! Not exacts, but snippets, why not?