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Heading from their room, Angela made her way down to the Watchpoint garage, where Ana and Fareeha were waiting for her. Angela made eye contact with the aged sniper for the briefest of moments, receiving a subtle nod in return before Ana turned to Fareeha, allowing her daughter to open the door of the car for her.
Fareeha motioned for Angela to climb in after Ana, holding the door as if at attention. Stopping next to her girlfriend momentarily, Angela brushed her lips on Fareeha’s cheek before climbing in besides Ana. Smirking, Fareeha joined them, sandwiching Angela between the two Amaris and closing the car door behind her.
“Athena, if you please?” Ana said. As if in reply, the car slowly began to move, smoothly pulling out of the garage and into the evening air.
The car ride was short and uneventful, the three women making small talk as Athena drove them into town. Pulling up outside the modestly sized restaurant, Athena opened the car doors for them, bathing the trio in the warm light spilling from the entranceway.
“I hope you enjoy your evening,” Athena said as the three women climbed from the vehicle, the AI’s disembodied voice following them out into the night air. Ana thanked the AI as the doors to the car closed themselves and it drove itself away in search of a parking space.
Linking her arm with Fareeha’s, Angela let Ana lead the way inside the restaurant as she held her girlfriend back, deliberately slowing her pace so that she could have a few moments more with Fareeha all to herself.
Fareeha followed Angela’s lead, letting her mother deal with the waiter at the entrance as they trailed behind. They were shown to a table set for three in an alcove set deep into the wall.
The small talk began again as they pondered over their menus, deciding on a bottle of white wine, plus shared starter between Fareeha and Angela, whilst Ana got her own.
As the meal progressed, Fareeha noticed that while Ana was drinking at her normal pace, (who, despite her age, was still more than capable of drinking most, if not all, of Overwatch under the table) Angela was drinking considerably less than usual. While this change was welcome in a way, it was uncharacteristic of Angela, and sparked a kernel of worry in Fareeha, who made a mental note to ask her about it later.
As the main course was cleared away, and the waiter was given their dessert orders, Angela turned to Fareeha, “So, uh, Fareeha. There was something I wanted to ask you.”
Fareeha turned to look at her girlfriend, curiosity in her eyes, “yes? What is it?”
“Well… it’s uh, an old tradition to ask your partner’s parents for permission first. So, Ana… Do I still have your permission?”
Ana nodded, a smile in her eye as Fareeha turned to look at her in her confusion. Angela took this moment to reach into her bag, withdrawing the small box it held. She slid off of her chair and into a kneeling position facing Fareeha. Alerted by the sound of movement, Fareeha turned back just in time for Angela to open the box and reveal the object within.
Nestled amidst a bed of red velvet, and gleaming with reflected light, sat a silver ring. Unadorned except for a sapphire which matched the very shade of blue that was Fareeha’s Raptora suit, glimmering as Angela’s hands shook slightly with nerves.
“Fareeha Amari,” Angela said, her voice surprisingly strong despite the obvious tension it held, “will you do me the great honour. No, the absolute pleasure, of being my wife?”
Fareeha, upon realising what was going on, felt her face burn as blood rushed to her cheeks. But upon looking into Angela’s eyes, so nervous, but so full of love, Fareeha knew that there was only one response she could give.
Presenting her left hand, Fareeha stretched out with her right to cup Angela’s cheek, “of course I will.”
Angela smiled, and Fareeha could see the tension that she’d been carrying the entire night melt from her frame as she carefully took the ring from its box and slipped it onto Fareehas finger. As Angela rose from her kneeling position, Fareeha stood with her, her right hand still cupping her now-fiancées cheek.
They drew together slowly, and to Fareeha, it felt like their first kiss all over again. It was gentle, but strong and so full of affection that her knees felt weak.
Almost as slowly, they drew apart again. Turning to face Ana, they could both see the gleam in her eye, and the grin that split her face.
Fareeha gave an almost breathless laugh, “you knew?”
“Of course,” the older woman said, “like she could hide anything from me anyway. Besides, she came to ask permission about a month ago.”
Ana gave a glance towards the kitchens, just as the kitchen door started to open, “that said, it appears dessert is ready.”
Still linked by their hands, Angela’s right in Fareeha’s left, the newly engaged pair seated themselves again just as the waiter delivered their desserts. As the rest of the night passed, Ana caught them staring at each other numerous times, their hands still joined.
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Later, much later, they lie in bed together, wrapped in a tired, but comfortable embrace. They’re separated by nothing on this night, clothes discarded upon the floor around their bed as they simply hold each other.
Tomorrow might bring pain, Angela thinks, but she swears, to both herself and to Fareeha, sleeping softly besides her, that they shall both live to see their wedding, and many years after.