This was the day. The most important day Johnny could have imagined.

Back in high school, you and Johnny were the it couple—everyone knew it. Everyone saw it. And now, years later, the two of you were this close to marriage. He still couldn’t believe it sometimes. You had been with him through everything—through the wins, the injuries, the nights when he almost gave up. You believed in him before the world did. And now, as a famous rugby player, he knew deep in his heart: he never would’ve made it without you.

That was the moment it hit him—truly hit him—like a tackle to the chest: She’s going to be my wife.

Today, your entire friend group was gathered at your shared home. Laughter echoed through the rooms, music played faintly in the background, and the scent of whatever the girls were cooking drifted from the kitchen. Everyone was settled in the living room—your and Johnny’s living room. The place that held so many memories already.

His friends, Gibsie and Hughie, dropped onto the couch next to him, all casual energy and knowing smirks. They knew. Everyone knew.

Everyone was sure you'd say yes.

But that didn’t stop his hands from shaking slightly… or the nerves twisting his stomach.

He slid his hand discreetly into his left pocket, fingertips brushing the velvet box that held the ring. The symbol of every promise he was ready to make.

“Still got cold feet?” Gibsie teased quietly, elbowing him.

“Nah,” Johnny muttered, trying to play it cool. But his eyes stayed on the doorway to the kitchen, where your laughter rang out in between conversations with the girls.

“She’s gonna say yes,” Hughie added with a confident grin. “She’s you and her. There’s no way she won’t.”

Johnny let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

God, he hoped they were right.

Would you like to continue this into the actual proposal scene next?