Johnathan cries. He is so overwhelmed with unspeakable joy. It is only when a distressed Will rubs the tears off his cheeks and says, “Ah, John, don’t cry. Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, don’t cry,” that he realises. 

He catches Will’s wrists. Will is also crying. “I am not upset,” he whispers. There is an uncomfortable lump in his throat.

“But you’re crying,” Will whispers back. He looks incredibly upset that Johnathan is crying.

“Not upset,” Johnathan says again. “Happy, that you told me.” 

Will looks like he can’t believe Johnathan is not angry by his revelation, but Johnathan doesn’t relent as he looks steadily at Will. He gives in when Johnathan proves ready to stare him down. And they sit there, foreheads pressed together and just breathing for a while. “John, I don’t know if I’m ready to be a father, but I can’t get rid of this baby. I can’t,” he whispers brokenly.

Johnathan cups Will’s cheeks then. “I will take responsibility.” Will doesn’t look like he’s heard Johnathan properly, so Johnathan takes the small box that’s been sitting in his pocket for weeks and gets on his knees. 

Will is stunned. He stares pink cheeks and wide-eyed at Johnathan. “What’s this? John, what are you doing?” He tries to pull Johnathan up, but he doesn’t budge.

“Will, marry me.” Johnathan wants to tell Will how much he loves him and how much he desperately wants Will to love him back, but words fail him as they always have. He puts his desperation into his eyes instead, willing Will to understand him, to understand that Johnathan would give him everything if he asked. Anything. 

When Will fails to move him from his spot on the ground, he gives up. “John,” says Will shakily. “How long have you had that?” His fingers are tight around John’s hands that are raised to hold the velvet box. 

Johnathan blushes hard enough that he can feel even his cheeks radiate heat. “Two months,” he admits.

Will’s eyes are wide with shock. “Since we…”

“Yes,” Johnathan says. Since they made love in mid-air flying across the country. “I love you, Will.”

He’s shaking when he extends Johnathan his left hand. “Yes,” he whispers. The tears are unstoppable for both of them now. Johnathan slips the platinum band, encrusted with a singular, emerald onto Will’s ring finger. 

It fits perfectly. 

When Will tugs him up onto the bench this time, Johnathan goes willingly. Will all but climbs into his lap. And he holds Will in his arms, pressed tightly in his embrace as they kiss. 

It is salty and wet. But it is the first kiss Johnathan shares with Will, his fiancé. And it is perfect.

~

They are forced to leave the pavilion due to more pressing issues like the colder temperatures of the night and hunger sets in. William offers to let John come home with him. It’s not like either of them wants to be separated anyway.

“Where have you been staying?” William asks curiously. Their joined hands swing between them, and William gets such a rush of endorphins, knowing that he’s allowed to do that now.

“At a hotel,” John tells him. 

William frowns. “John,” he chides. “You should have told me. I have a spare room. I would have been happy to let you stay there, especially since you’re basically my personal pilot anyway.”

John kisses his cheek. “Thank you,” he says, always so serious. William is so in love with this man. “I would like that.”

So, they make a stop at the hotel John is staying at first. It’s the Westin. And John is currently occupying one of their suites. 

“John, I know I said you can stay with me, but are you sure?” he has to ask. “This place looks so much nicer than my apartment.”

His fiancé(!) gives him a fond look. “I am sure.” He takes William’s hand and leads him to the living area of the suite. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows are enormous, and William is itching to press his face up against them. “We can stay here for the night if Will wants,” John offers.

“Really?” he looks hopefully at John.

“Hm,” John nods. “We can order room service for dinner. There is no rush.”

William grins brightly. “Okay!” 

~

With the incredibly emotional day they both had on top of the past few sleepless nights, Johnathan was quite exhausted. And so was Will. By mutual, unspoken agreement, they ordered dinner from the room service menu and took individual showers. Contrary to popular belief, showering together has saved neither time nor water. 

Johnathan lends Will a set of his silk pyjamas. If it’s his favourite set that’s pale blue silk with a small bunny embroidered at the hem, it’s no one’s business but his own. 

Will looks exceptionally adorable in his clothes. Johnathan feels something in him settle at the sight of Will damp from the shower and wearing his pyjamas that hang off his shoulders and cover his hands.

Though Will is almost as tall as Johnathan, his frame is still narrower. It makes Johnathan irrationally satisfied that he can curl around Will and fit. To be fair, Will could come in any shape and size and Johnathan would still be satisfied. He thinks perhaps, in this, he is biased. It does not bother him.

Johnathan climbs into bed after Will does. He starts to lie down in the same position he has slept in his entire life, flat on his back and hands on his sternum. But he flounders. Will is sharing his bed tonight and hopefully for the rest of his life. How will they sleep together? What position would be appropriate? He can’t believe he forgot to consider this aspect of life with a partner.

“John,” Will grumbles sleepily. “You’re thinking too hard.” He immediately solves the problem of appropriate couple sleeping positions by snuggling into Johnathan’s side and arranging Johnathan’s arm around his shoulders.

He waits a few minutes to test the position and decides that it is a good one. Will is pressed up against him and Johnathan gets to hold his fiancé. Satisfied, he presses a kiss on Will’s hair and falls asleep almost immediately.