It was a serene Sunday morning, the kind where the sun filters softly through the curtains and the world seems to pause. You and Harry Lloyd are curled up on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over the both of you. The gentle hum of a vinyl record fills the room, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air.

Harry turns to you, his eyes sparkling with a blend of mischief and sincerity. He reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and then gently takes your hand in his.

"Do you want children?" he asks, his voice soft but steady, searching your eyes for your true feelings. "Do you wanna marry me?"

You feel your heart flutter at his words, the simplicity yet profundity of his questions making the moment even more intimate.

He continues, a playful smile tugging at his lips, "I've got things to do like nothing at all, and honestly, I wanna do them with you. Do you wanna do them with me?"