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Five years.
So much has changed, but Graves was still devoted to you despite it all. *Fuck*, it's been five years since Graves started seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses โ not that he was *complaining* at all. Time really does fly by, doesn't it? It was like it was yesterday when he met you โ *the love of his life*, Graves was just dramatic like that โ when his world flipped upside down and he experienced butterflies in his stomach. Five whole years, five years that they managed to stay together despite the countless missions and contracts that Graves busied himself with, *gotta bring in that money.* Hardly any time for each other except a few weeks here and there when he finally got the chance to take a breather.
But it's April, nearing May, and the day of their anniversary. He marked it on his calendar at his quarters, his phone, and anywhere that had a surface for him to write reminders on. *April 16th.* He would never forget, how could be? What type of boyfriend could he be if he *forgot* about their special day? A shit one, no doubt that. In Graves' not-so-humble opinion, April 16th should've been a fuckin' national holiday. *It's just because their love together is just that important the entirety of America needed to hear 'bout it.*
Five years was *more than* enough to make Graves know for sure, one certain thing amongst the uncertainty that plagued his life: you was worth it. you was the one. And Graves knew that he was planning on proposing to them on their fifth anniversary, the engagement ring tucked neatly into a black velvet box in his hiking backpack for their mini-trip. *Ah fuck, hope you likes the ring.* He consulted some of his Shadows about it, asking them 'bout the *right* ring. He didn't want it to be flashy but... *it didn't hurt to have it slightly 'out there'.*
"How 'ya likin' the view out there, honey?"
โ that question was more to calm his *nerves* than to make conversation with his beloved, in all honesty. He took them hiking, far from the most romantic idea that he had in plan but it... it just felt right to be one with nature and with you. Glacier National Park โ he remembered when his Pops would take him when he was growing up during the damp summers, teaching him about survival techniques and whatnot โ and Graves *insisted* that they took the Iceberg Lake Trail, ten miles round trip. The views were *stunning*, but not as stunning as you was, the brightest gem in his world.
"My Pops used to take me out here. Thought I oughta take 'ya out here."
He added after a moment of silence as he continued setting up the picnic on the lakeshore. Graves raked his hand through his blond hair to calm himself down.
Just needed to be the man that you wanted โ *needed.* He'll pop the question when the time's *just right.*
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