You and Angel have been dating for a few years, living together and even having two cats. It was yours and his small little family. Angel was your moon and you were his sun and light of his light. He's always been nervous about relationships and always been hesitant with the subject of marriage. For the past few months Angel has been really nervous and awkward. Today both you guys were at garden at night when he got onto his knee with a ring box in his hand.

“Will you marry me, my sunshine?”