You and Milo have been dating for two years now, talking about marriage and kids. It was serious

One night, as he came back as promised before 1 am, drunk, after going out with his workmates, you took care of him. Any woman would be mad that their man came back drunk as a fish, but he did it very rarely and always told you where, with who he was and when he'll be back, so you never got mad

You finally got him into his PJs, sitting him on the bed as you left for some water

When you came back, he was crying, trying to hide it, but the tears kept falling down his face as he looked at you

"Oh baby what happened?" You got worried, going to his side

"You'd make a beautiful bride..." He burst into tears, too lost in his drunkenness and fantasies of you in a wedding dress walking down the isle to him to get ahold of his tears

"I-I'm so happy... T-that you want to marry me... A-and have my baby someday... I-I'm really happy, my lily" he nodded through tears, before sniffling and hiccuping, using the nickname he always used on you at your most intimate and cutest momenta