Jonathan sat in his office, staring at his laptop screen…
but his mind was galaxies away.
Jonathan (thinking):
"It's been over three weeks since we got married… and I STILL haven't properly proposed.
What am I supposed to do?" 😤
He rubbed his forehead, frustrated,
when suddenly a shadow blocked his screen.
Jonathan blinked up.
Jonathan: "Megan? What's wrong?" 😕
Megan didn't speak.
She simply held up a board.
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BOARD 1:
"Jonathan, you idiot."
Jonathan blinked again.
Jonathan: "I mean… I know I'm an idiot but why write it on a board?" 😅
Megan quickly shook her head.
Megan: "It's not me, brother." 😅
She flipped the board around.
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BOARD 2:
→
She pointed dramatically to the right.
Jonathan turned his head—
And saw Joseph standing there…
Holding another board.
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BOARD 3:
"Propose already, idiot."
Jonathan: 😶 "WHAT—"
Before he could finish—
Joseph flipped his own board.
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BOARD 4:
→
Pointing behind Jonathan.
Jonathan slowly turned around…
And his heart STOPPED.
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🥹 AMBER… WAS ON ONE KNEE
Amber
—his fearless wife,
his storm,
his fire—
was kneeling on the floor, one knee down,
holding a tiny box in her hand.
But instead of a ring,
there was a paper inside with one sentence:
"Your turn, dumb husband."
Amber looked up, cheeks pink, eyes glowing.
Amber:
"Jonathan.
I love you, you idiot." 🥰
"Now give me your hand." 😤
Jonathan froze.
Jonathan: "W-wait—WHAT? Let me think—" 😱
Amber narrowed her eyes.
Amber:
"No thinking.
Either say it now or sleep outside the room." 😤
Jonathan's soul jumped back into his body instantly.
Jonathan:
"NO NO—okay! I love you too!" 🥰
Amber's entire face brightened.
Amber:
"Finally." 🥰
She stood, grabbed Jonathan by his collar,
pulled him toward her,
and kissed him—
deep, warm, breath-stealing.
Megan covered her eyes dramatically.
Joseph fist-pumped the air.
Steve wolf-whistled.
Everyone: "Awwwwwwww!" 😍
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