Board Thread:Ships/@comment-4199666-20130602075946

'''A/N: So yeah, I decided this ship was called Piperton, at least for this fic anyway. I also decided I don't really give Bec/Tom much attention so I hope this makes up for it.'''

I’ve been digging through old piles of paper for at least two hours, desperately trying to find that one document which I could have sworn I didn’t throw away. I haven’t even bothered getting out of pyjamas yet, and I'm expecting that when I come across a mirror, I’ll look like living hell. I hear a door creaking open from the other end of the living room and I turn back to see Tom, his sandy brown hair tossed into a bird’s nest, leaning on the doorframe with an eyebrow raised at me. I’ve been up for two hours, but it’s still only eight-thirty. He must sense my desperation and he chuckles out a “Good morning, gorgeous.” I give him the satisfaction of an obviously forged smile, before allowing myself to slump back, pushing the papers into a messy pile.

“What on Earth are you looking for, Bec?”

“A warranty.”

“What have you broken now?” he asks, casually sneaking a glance at the cast on my leg. He was the first one to leave his message on it, a messy “I saw this coming” written in the most illegible future doctor writing ever. I sigh, and then pull out my phone, showing him the cracked screen, even if completely shattered would be a more fitting description. He shakes his head then sits down behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and allowing me to fall back onto his chest. “What are we going to do with you?”

“Wrap me in bubble wrap.”

“It’s looking promising,” he jokes back gently planting a kiss on the top of my head.

“Am I going to have to buy a whole new phone?”

“As soon as you do, I'm buying you the most indestructible phone case.”

“Please do. And while you’re at it, I could use some breakfast.”

“I was actually thinking we could go out for breakfast.”

“I'm not going anywhere looking like this.”

“Well then how about you hop up, limp back in there and get dressed, then we can go out.”

“But I don’t feel like going out.”

“It’s too late, I’ve made up my mind.”

I grumble a little bit, but I can’t stay too mad at him seeing as he helps me stand up and then walks me back to our bedroom. He shuts the door behind us, then turns me around and kisses me on the lips, I kiss him back and take in the warmth of his body so close to mine.

“What if we just stay here,” I ask as he pulls away to get dressed, throwing his shirt on the floor.

“Let’s do something different.”

“But,” I try to protest, but he cuts me off with another kiss as he buttons up the shirt he just pulled on.

“Then, after breakfast we can go get that new phone.”

“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” I surrender, hobbling over to my wardrobe to pick out a dress to wear. Tom changes into some jeans, then tells me he’s going to make a reservation, before ducking out of the room. I just put on a floral print dress, with nothing really fancy, I brush my hair and pull it up into a messy bun, all the while debating whether I’ll bother to put makeup on. As I pull the mascara up to my eye, Tom comes back in and asks if I'm ready to go. I finish my eyes, then turn back to him.

“How do I look?” I ask, even though it’s useless trying to get an unbiased opinion out of him.

“You look beautiful, now let’s go,” he assures me, grabbing my crutches from behind the door and helping me walk out. As he leads me downstairs, which is more akin to carrying me down them, I still manage to trip over a piece of loose carpet, fall backwards and land on him. I make sure he’s alright, but neither of us can keep a straight face, both of us laughing at how talented I am for tripping over anything. I prop myself off Tom and as I sit up I notice Tom’s hand scatter around for something before he finally picks something up and sneaks it into his pocket.

“What was that?” I ask, and I notice him nervously pause before answering.

“I believe it was carpet you tripped over.”

“Not the carpet.” I change my tone to a more serious one. “What did you put in your pocket?”

“Nothing,” he lies, his voice a lot higher than usual, and it’s not hard to tell he’s lying.

“Really?” I ask, raising an eyebrow as I force my hand into his pocket, and pulling out a tiny blue jewellery box. As soon as I realise what it is I drop it and I can feel butterflies in my stomach. I hold back the tears welling up behind my eyes.

“You like dropping things, don’t you?” He jokes, picking up the box, then moving down a step and sitting next to me. “Bec,” he begins, and his nerves seem to have dissipated, “I know I said I wasn’t really a fan of marriage, but I’ve been thinking.” He pauses, and I'm not sure if he’s waiting for a response, but I just bite my lip. “I can’t imagine ever being with someone who isn’t you. Y’know. Like, every time I imagine what I’ll be doing ten years from now, you’re always there. In the almost five years we’ve been together, you’ve managed to be everything. You’re my best friend, my motivation, my travelling slapstick show,” he adds and we both chuckle. “I know we’re only young, but, Bec, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you,” he says as he starts opening up the box, where all I can see is a huge heart-shaped diamond, sparkling back at me. He squeezes down on my hand as he says it, and the tears I was fighting have forced their way out.

“I love you, Tom,” I cut him off, “I always will.”

“So that’s a yes?” he asks, warily.

“Of course it’s a yes, you idiot.” I smile, leaning towards him and throwing my arms around him.

He carefully pulls the ring out of the jewellery box and picks up my hand, sliding it on. It takes a second to get used to its coldness, but then I'm so overwhelmed by emotions that I can’t help but just stare at it, blubbering like an idiot. Tom smiles at me, then comments “I forgot to mention that you are absolutely, without a doubt, the most amazing girl I have ever met.”

“And now I'm almost a Piper,” I smile, not wanting to move from the middle of the staircase and out of Tom’s warm arms.

“Rebecca Piper. Has a nice ring to it.”

 