Her eyes had been welling with tears the moment she'd set sight on the ring, and finally catching sight of Tristan almost pushed Psyke over the edge. He was proposing. He wanted to marry her! Her. Merlin's bloody beard, for someone who only four short years ago had never imagined she'd ever be married, let alone have kids, she'd done a pretty damn good job with the men who wanted her to be their wife.
Happy, happy, she was going to be happy for the rest of her life, and it was such an amazing feeling, one she hadn't felt in so long...Psyke had honestly never thought she'd reach this sort of euphoria again after Harper had died, but she'd managed to persevere, keep Lavender happy, and finally find a place to call her own.
Psyke couldn't hear the crowd or see the flashes of the camera as Tristan spoke. Her breaths became quick as she tried to keep some composure, but the moment he said that he loved Lavender too, Psyke couldn't hold back her tears any longer. He loved her, he thought she was wonderful, and he loved her baby girl, too. It was the most thoughtful thing Tristan could have said to her, even beyond the face that he wanted to marry her.
Well---she had to answer him, there were people waiting she realized as she snapped back to reality.
"Of course I will," she let out, handing him back the ring, because of course she couldn't put it on herself.
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