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It was a lovely day. Bright, blue skies with scattered clouds. Pretty, pink and purple tulips in the field that surrounded them. Buzzing bumblebees swimming in the air, rushing back to their hives.
John MacTavish couldn't be happier. He was surrounded by his friends and family, all people he loved.
He noted Price, Kate, and her wife lingering by a tree, a bit away from everyone else.
His mother and father were sitting at the spot they've chosen for their picnic.
John's siblings, with their partners, stood nearby their parents, chatting amongst themselves.
Alejandro and Rodolfo had also taken the time to show up for this particular family get-together.
It made John happy just how quickly his family had accepted and invited his other family. He was glad there was no tense feelings, thick in the air.
He was really and truly happy. Nothing, nothing, could ruin this moment.
Except...
If he said No.
But he wouldn't.
Simon Riley stood a bit away from him, with Gaz, catching up with Ale and Rudy. They've been away on missions, not having many chances to meet up.
Everything was perfect.
John discreetly felt around in his jacket pockets for that god-forsaken box.
Simon looked at him. The smile he gives John makes his nerves flare up. He gives a wobbly one in return.
Simon takes a step towards him, "Alright, Johnny?"
A mumbled, "Yes," leaves his lips.
Simon looks down.
He kneels.
On one knee.
Panic erupts in John's chest and, before he knows it, a choked-off yell of, "No!" escapes his throat.
"Get up, stand up!"
Startled, Simon puts his hands up and does as he's told. He's about to question John as to what the fuck that was for when he gets told to shut up, before he's even able to open his mouth.
John, meanwhile, is now frantically searching his jacket. This wasn't how he meant to but, once he finds that velvet box, he shoves himself on his knee in a way that he knows will be a mistake later, and opens the box. There's no time for a heart felt speech, not when he's panicking so much about Simon getting there first.
"Marry me, Simon Riley."
He adds on a tacky, "Please," when he realizes how demanding it sounds.
If the situation wasn't so dire (Johnny is just dramatic), John would of laughed at the look of shock on Simon's face. He also would have made it a bit more romantic. He planned to do it that day, with all their friends and family, but not now. Not like this. Perhaps with the gorgeous sunset, with the cool pink and orange tones washing over such a beautiful moment.
Oh well, beggars can't be choosers, he reasons.
With a voice full of disbelief, Simon chokes back a sob and says,
"Yes."
John sighs, the stress in his shoulders leaving him at the relief of his boyfriend's fiancé's answer.
He stands up, happy, but the tension spikes back up when Simon laughs, loud and boisterous. Curiosity is handing him a cake full of questions.
John bites, "What? What's got ye laughin' so hard?"
It seems Simon can't stop laughing. He can hear the chatters of his families around them, a bit shocked at how this is how they get engaged, but, finally, his fiancé (fiancé!)'s chuckles die and he says, pointing to his shoe, "I just needed to tie my shoe."
John, pale with disbelief, croaks, "Huh?"
Following the point of Simon's finger, he looks at the full glory of his left shoe's untied laces.
"Oh."
His mom and sisters are laughing at them while John goes red in the face, mumbling something about Simon "beating him to it".
Well, all things considered, the family thinks the proposal was perfect, very like them. Of course the two (especially Johnny, let's be honest here) would make it a competition to propose.
Simon and Johnny agree, they wouldn't want it any other way.