Let's run away, I'll take you there

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"Marry me."

Skye's eyes widen when she hears what Grant says, and she moves her head to look up at him, a slight smirk covering her face. The smirk disappears the moment she sees the look on his face. "You're actually serious about this." He nods. " This is definitely not something to joke about."

Skye looks down at her hands for a moment. "You know, a marriage proposal was definitely not something I'd expected from you, Grant." She looks up at him as he bends down to her, covering her hands with his own. "It was just a suggestion, Skye. I… I understand if you don't want to."

"It's not that I don't want to." She squeezes his hands gently. "It's just… I need some time to think about it, okay? And I'm not running away to work things out alone this time, I promise." She laughs softly as she sees the look on his face.

Grant nods when she's finished. "Take the time you need to think about it." He can't help but smile at her and kisses her, although his heart is hammering in his chest. "I will," She says once they break apart. "I promise I will."

Two weeks later, as they're driving through the Massachusetts countryside, Skye asks him if the offer still stands. "I never said it didn't." He smiles at her, and rolls his eyes when she laughs. "Guess I'm going to have to find a dress then. I'll start looking once we get home." She smiles at him, and he smiles back at her. "Yes, I guess you're going to have to find one."

He himself finds the old suit he's used before once they return home. " Guess that's sorted then." He lets Skye search around for her dress, and watches her as she comes walking through the living room with a black bag. "No, you can't have a look at it," He pretends to sulk when she notices how he looks at it.

"A groom isn't supposed to see his bride's dress before the day of the wedding." Skye laughs as she disappears into the bedroom to put it away. She emerges a moment after, and snuggles into his side. "I'd never thought it would end like this," She says as she looks up at him. "We're actually getting married."

Her heart flutters a little when he smiles at her. "Who says it will end with this?" His lips are then on hers, and she smiles. "Guess we'll have to wait and see what happens." A grin spreads across her face when he picks her up and carries her to the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them.

A while later, Skye rests her head on Grant's chest, panting as she tries to catch her breath. "I am so definitely looking forward to our honeymoon." She grins at him.

A week later, Grant is standing in the chapel with the priest, waiting for Skye to enter. The organist starts playing, and then doors open. His breath hitches in his throat as he looks at her, and it feels as if though she is the only thing anchoring him in that very moment. She smiles softly at him as she walks down the aisle, and he can see that she is a little bit nervous.

He takes her hand as she stops beside him, and he can't help but beam at her. "You're beautiful." He says, and she grins back at him. "Thanks, you're not looking so bad yourself." They then turn towards the priest, who smiles at them and then starts the ceremony.

He can't really focus on anything else than Skye beside him, and listens to what the priest says as he talks about what marriage means. "And now, it is time to join you in holy matrimony. "Grant, do you take Skye as your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, from this day forward? For better and for worse? To love and to cherish, in sickness and in health till death do you part? Grant looks at Skye.

"I do."

Skye finds that she's got a little trouble trying to keep the tears at bay as Grant says 'I do'. She blinks as the priest turns to her. "Skye, do you take Grant as your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, from this day forward? For better or for worse? To love and to cherish, in sickness and I health, till death do you part?" She looks at Grant, and smiles when she see tears shining in his eyes. "I do."

Her hand is trembling a little when Grant slides the ring onto her finger, and she gives him a shirt nod to tell him that she's okay, that she's in control. She slides the ring onto Grant's finger, and beams up at him. "I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

She laughs when Grant picks her up and kisses her like there's no tomorrow. Delighted laughter bubbles from her throat as she wraps her arms around his neck. When they part for air, she beams at him. "Let's sign that marriage license and get out of here… husband."

"I couldn't agree more, wife." Grant can't stop smiling at her as he says it, the word is strange and delightful to him. They follow the priest to a side room, where they sign the license, and then they're off, driving towards the airport. "So, Mrs. Ward." He takes her hand in his own and entwines their fingers together. "Off to new adventures then?"

She beams at him. "Off to new adventures."