#Assuming you just meant the box set 🥰

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Favorite Tenth Doctor & River Song audio adventure?

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And if you feel like it, “I want forever with you.” 😍🤗💕

This one immediately sparked inspiration, so it’s first 🥰

In retrospect, Eddie probably should’ve realized there was something going on.

But, to be fair, while he loves them deeply, Buck and Christopher can be little weirdos when they want to be, especially when they’ve got some kind of scheme cooking.

So he sees the furtive glances they keep exchanging, and he doesn’t think much of it. Christopher’s been dropping heavy handed hints about a summer trip to Disneyland for the last couple of months, and Buck’s been on the verge of caving like a chump from the very first time it was mentioned, so he assumes it’s about that.

Buck insists on cooking dinner alone, and that still doesn’t really ring any alarm bells. Sure, they’ve cooked dinner together most nights since Buck moved in a year ago, but once in a while Buck will find some new recipe he wants to try, and he likes to run through those alone the first time because it helps with the process, Eddie, geez, so it’s not entirely out of left field.

But there’s something familiar about the delicious scent wafting from the kitchen that Eddie can’t quite place. It’s a rich scent, definitely something Italian, and it makes his mouth water, but his mind just won’t fill in the blank. So he gets up to go investigate and maybe volunteer as taste tester, but Christopher is stationed as a guard at the dining room table with his homework, and holds up a hand in warning.

“You can’t go in there.”

Eddie crosses his arms. “And why not?”

“Because dinner is meant to be a surprise,” Christopher explains, like it’s obvious.

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Is he trying something weird? Smells good.”

Christopher grins. “You’ll just have to see.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at his son, but it’s clear he’ll be getting no further answers from the twelve year old, so he retreats to the living room where he suffers through the delicious, mysterious scent for another half hour until the kitchen door opens and Buck appears, balancing a stack of plates and a basket of bread.

“Can I help?” Eddie asks, hopping up off the couch and stealing the stack of plates before Buck can answer.

“You can set the table,” Buck allows, leaning in to steal a quick kiss that turns into a lingering one.

“Still in the room, and very hungry,” Christopher complains as he clears his homework, and they break apart with a laugh.

Eddie sets the table as Buck goes back and forth, bringing out wine and water glasses, a bowl of salad, and finally, to Eddie’s surprise, a serving dish of baked spaghetti.

Not that he’s not pleased, but with all the secrecy he’d really thought Buck had something wild and new planned, not something they’ve had before, even made together, a few times, so he’s a little confused.

But as Buck pours the wine, it clicks.

“You made us baked spaghetti the first night you officially lived here,” Eddie says, and Buck, inexplicably, looks caught, and then even more inexplicably, looks at Christopher.

“Ah, I didn’t think you’d remember that,” Buck says, looking back at him.

“Of course I remember. You finally moving in with us was one of the best days of my life,” Eddie replies easily, because it’s true. Buck’s cheeks blush a pretty pink, and he grins, and glances at Christopher again.

“Well, I was going to do this after we ate, but I don’t think I can wait any longer,” and then, to Eddie’s total shock, he reaches into his pocket and withdraws a small velvet box.

“Buck,” he exhales, his eyes pinging from Buck’s face to the box and back.

“Eddie. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this. I—I thought about taking you to a fancy restaurant, or sunset on the beach, or even doing it at Disneyland—”

“Which I haven’t agreed to go to,” Eddie can’t help but say, and Buck huffs a laugh.

“True. That wouldn’t have been us, anyway. This is. You, me, and Chris,” Buck says, and he and Eddie both look over at Christopher, who is watching with a giant grin on his face. “The three of us, here, together. That’s what I want. I want forever with you, Eddie. Both of you. So please, will you marry me?”

Eddie leans across the table and kisses Buck, just a quick press of lips before he’s up and sprinting to his bedroom. Faintly, behind him he hears Buck ask Christopher, sounding bewildered, “Do you think that was a yes?” He yanks open his bedside drawer and shoves junk aside, pulling out a second little velvet box and jogging back to the dining room with it.

“So,” he says, placing the box on the table next to Buck’s. “I wasn’t expecting you to beat me to it.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Christopher, ever Eddie’s son, leans towards Buck and says, “Yeah, pretty sure that’s a yes.”

“It’s definitely a yes,” Eddie confirms, and there’s a flurry, both of them opening their boxes and putting the rings on each other with shaky hands, pulling each other into a hug and then rounding the table to pull Christopher in with them, ignoring his half-hearted complaints.

“I love you,” Buck murmurs, kissing him again.

“I love you too,” Eddie says, kissing back.

“And I love you both, but I’m still really hungry,” Christopher says from where he’s still smushed between them.

Eddie laughs and pulls back, his cheeks hurting from how hard he’s smiling. “Ok, alright, Buck didn’t work that hard for us to eat cold spaghetti,” he says, and they mostly untangle themselves and sit down to eat dinner. Mostly, because Buck and Eddie don’t let go of each other’s hands for the entire meal.

Send me prompts from this list and I’ll write a little ficlet ♥️