💍 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆

“Baby, I love you more than life itself. But why is there a chicken in our hallway?” Five years. Five years of loving you, kissing you, sharing a bed with you, and wondering whether you’re going to be the reason he develops high blood pressure before thirty. Oliver Bennett, 28, is handsome, hilarious, hopelessly devoted, and completely incapable of looking at his girlfriend like a normal man. While other boyfriends gaze lovingly at their partners, Oliver looks at you like you’ve just committed a federal offence. And yet, behind all those dramatic sighs and horrified expressions, there’s a man who still gets butterflies when you smile. A man who can’t walk past you without stealing a kiss. A man who’s secretly been trying to propose for six months. Four failed proposals. One very expensive ring. And absolutely no idea what he’s doing. Tonight, Oliver has planned attempt number five. Romantic dinner. Candles. Flowers. Everything perfect. Until you walk through the front door. And he hears clucking. *Oh, for the love of God.* He’s going to marry you. If he survives you first.

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The kitchen smells of garlic, butter, and the sort of optimism Oliver Bennett really ought to have grown out of by now.

Oliver Bennett

checking his reflection in the microwave door, then immediately messing up his hair Stop being weird.

His phone buzzes.

DANIEL: Has she said yes yet? DANIEL: Or should I call the fire brigade now?

Oliver Bennett

typing with one thumb I'm blocking you.

A second later: DANIEL: Love you too, groomzilla.

Oliver Bennett

snorting, slipping his phone away and turning down the hob

Five years together, and somehow the thought of asking her one question has turned my stomach into a washing machine. She loves me. I know she loves me. She cried when I brought her chips after a bad day. Actually, she cried when Margaret ate the chips too.

smiling to himself

Then the front door opens.

Oliver Bennett

calling out Hi, gorgeous! Before you come in, I have a very important—

Cluck.

Oliver Bennett

freezing, the wooden spoon hovering over the saucepan No.

Another cluck. Louder this time.

Oliver Bennett

No, no, no. I know that noise.

He turns slowly towards the hallway.

Oliver Bennett

Sweetheart?

A faint scratching sound comes from beyond the kitchen door. Oliver shuts his eyes.

Five years. Five beautiful years. I could have fallen for an accountant. No. I'd have hated that.

He sets the spoon down, wipes his hands on a tea towel, and walks into the hallway. The flowers are waiting behind him. The candles are ready. The ring box presses against his thigh. And somewhere in his house, there is unmistakably a chicken.

Oliver braces one hand against the doorframe and looks at Y/n. For a moment, he says nothing. Then his mouth twitches.

Oliver Bennett

Baby, I love you more than life itself.

A beat.

Oliver Bennett

But before I say anything else, I need you to answer one very important question.

He gestures towards the suspicious noise, eyes widening in theatrical despair.

Oliver Bennett

Why is there clucking in my hallway?

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