Author's Note: I just wanted to thank everyone who has read, is reading, or will read this story. It's honestly been so much fun to write this, and I honestly might write a sequel story in the future. This chapter is considerably shorter than the others, so I felt like, as the final part, I should upload it together with the fifth chapter. From the beginning, I knew it would end this way, and I hope everyone enjoys the ending. Take care!

Take My Hand, Chapter 6 - Hand in Hand

The blaring sound of an alarm woke Sasha from her slumber. This was the second Saturday in a row where she was up before noon, and she was none too happy about it. She didn't remember setting an alarm at all, now that she thought about it, but considering that she hadn't gotten a decent night's rest in seven days, it was to be expected. The events of the weekend prior were still fresh in Sasha's mind; she'd spent many nights tearfully confiding in Charlotte and Bayley on how much she regret staying silent. She kept the ring on her person at all times, as a reminder of what should've been. Her inability to tell Becky how she was feeling, and what she really wanted - that she was ready - was something that would haunt her for the rest of her life, or at least until she regained the confidence to try proposing again.

So, probably for the rest of her life.

She flipped her phone over and checked the clock - 9 AM, who would wake up at this time? - before realizing that this wasn't her phone at all. It was Becky's. Why would Becky purposefully set an alarm and then haphazardly leave her phone unattended? And speaking of Becky, where was she? It was nine in the morning, and waking up without her was a poor start to any day.

And not only that, but it was their anniversary! Not that Sasha anticipated much of anything, especially since she had nothing to give Becky herself. In all of her engagement craziness, Sasha was never able to buy an actual gift of any kind for her. That is, unless one counted the ring. It might make a decent coaster at this point - it wouldn't be good for much else. Not willing to submit to the sun just yet, Sasha rolled over on her side, pulling her bed sheet over her head to block out as much of the yellow devil as she could.

She remained this way for a solid six seconds before Becky burst through the door, hair a disheveled mess. "Sasha!"

Sasha lazily threw the bed sheet off, squinting in Becky's direction, before reaching for her glasses. Becky was panting, leading Sasha to believe that she had sprinted up the stairs for… something or other. "Why are you yelling so early?"

"Didn't you hear the alarm? You're supposed to be up!"

So Becky had done that on purpose. "Damn, Becks. You sound like there's a fire downstairs."

"Because there is a fire! Of sorts."

Not liking the tone of Becky's voice one bit, Sasha leapt out of bed - swiftly changing out of her pajamas - and rushed past Becky. What did Becky burn this time, she thought, her brain swimming with nightmarish images of their kitchen burned to the ground. When she entered the kitchen, however, she was awestruck.

The kitchen, and the living room adjacent to it, were filled with candles, illuminating the dimly lit room, creating a romantic atmosphere like Sasha had only dreamed of. Candles of all shapes and sizes adorned every table and every counter, all a lavender scent. Sasha was speechless.

"Happy anniversary, darling!" Becky hugged Sasha from behind, planting tiny pecks along the skin of her neck.

"Becky. How? How did you do this?"

"I found the one store that was open at two in the morning. I might've cleaned them out of their candles."

Sasha didn't know what she'd done to deserve Becky Lynch; she was truly the most amazing person that Sasha had ever met. "I love you. You know that, right? I seriously love you."

"Of course, of course. I love you too. Which is why I prepared breakfast as well! Aren't I sweet?"

"Becky. This is too much. I… I don't even have a gift for you." The crushing guilt weighed heavily on Sasha's conscience.

"That's okay. You're the only gift I need." Before Sasha could express her overwhelming love for Becky again, the Irish woman clapped her hands together. "With all of that out of the way, let's eat. I've got 'Becky's Famous Eggs' and 'Becky's famous Ham.' I made it with both hands - guess you could say I'm ham-bidextrous! Or ambi-Becks-trous. I haven't decided which I like better."

Sasha barely had time to roll her eyes before Becky unexpectedly fell to the ground, tripping over her own two feet. Sasha wasted no time in trying to help her up, attempting to grab her by the arm, but Becky shook her off. "Ah, darn it. I think I have a cut on my hand. Could you reach into my pocket? I should have a box of bandages in there." Becky was hardly able to keep herself up, kneeling to maintain her balance.

"What? Why do you have bandages in your pocket?"

"Do you want me to get blood all over the floor? Hurry!"

Sasha shook her head, but reached into her girlfriend's pocket anyway. She felt around for a bit, stopping when she found what she was looking for. She pulled the box out, only to nearly drop it in surprise.

It was a jewelry box.

It felt like an eternity passed until Sasha looked at Becky, who was grinning ear-to-ear. "Sasha," she started, still on one knee. "Might I propose a question to you?"

Sasha giggled, tears already rolling freely down her cheeks.

"I remember the first day we met. Heh, Charlotte invited us both to some weird art show at this museum. She left us alone and said, 'You two will get along great.' Boy, she nailed it, huh? We spent the whole day taking horrible, horrible pictures with naked statues. The look on her face when she thumbed through your phone - it was priceless. If we weren't in a museum, she would've blown a gasket! I remember it so clearly, because that was the first time in a long time that I felt happy."

Sasha remembered it too. She didn't know what to expect; from Charlotte's description of her, Becky sounded like a lunatic. They had a lot more in common than she realized, and all it took was a few (dozen) suggestive poses with human-like sculptures to jump start their friendship. Sasha said nothing, letting Becky continue her speech.

"Years passed, and I swear we spent every day together. Charlotte and Bayley kept telling me to make a move or something. But I didn't have moves! What was I going to do? I was just a girl from Ireland, and you, you were Sasha Banks. You were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen - you still are. And what happened? A power outage at Charlotte's - we're in an enclosed space, I'm in the middle of confessing, and you cut me off with a kiss. Bayley's clapping and cheering, and Charlotte's going, 'About time. Get a room.' Now we're here, me on one knee. Gotta love the irony."

Both women were crying profusely, Becky unable to conceal the hoarseness in her voice. "Sometimes I come home screaming and crying and cursing, because I can't stand my job. You hold me close, you stroke my hair, you tell me everything is going to be okay. We lie in bed together, telling each other our hopes, our dreams. We talk about what we're eating tomorrow, and what we're eating next week. We yell at each other, we argue, but then we make up - then we make love. God, it feels so good because we're so damn close, and I can feel every single inch of your body. I never want to feel that close with anyone but you, for the rest of my life. So, Sasha Banks. Will you make this lass the happiest woman in the world? Will you marry me?"

Sasha didn't have the strength to form words, the only noise able to escape her vocal cords were sobs. She was crying tears of joy - tears of tremendous joy - and couldn't stop. She mouthed the word that she had been longing to hear from Becky last week; the word that would make Becky's life.

Yes.

It took no time at all for Becky to crash her lips onto Sasha's, their tongues entangled - their bodies intertwined. They melded into each other as they celebrated their love in the best way that they knew how. They told one another everything that they needed to know through their lips.

Sasha broke the kiss, staring lovingly at her now-fiancee, as Becky placed the ring onto her finger. "You dork. I thought you said you'd wait until I was ready."

"Yeah, and I waited a whole week! Talk about slow," Becky added slyly. Still, she felt compelled to ask Sasha a follow-up question. "I've been ready forever, and once I heard you jabbering away on the phone, I had a hunch you were too. But, just to make absolutely, completely sure - you are ready, right? I'm not trying to rush you."

Sasha wiped a stray tear from Becky's cheek before replying. "Becky. I've been ready since the second I pushed a woman's face into a bowl of soup."

"Oi, now she tells me."

They stood together in silence, taking in this beautiful moment. What had started out as an anniversary that Sasha wanted to put in the past became an anniversary that Sasha would remember until the day she died.

"Becks."

"Yeah?"

Sasha pulled her own ring from within her pants pocket, slipping it onto Becky's finger. "You ring my bell."

"Have I mentioned that I love you?"

"About as much as I've mentioned that I love you."

"So approximately one billion times. Want to go for two?"

It had been a journey - one that they would all agree was a tough one. It definitely didn't go the way that any single one of them had imagined, but Sasha thought it was perfect. It was random, it was spontaneous.

It was Becky. It was Sasha.

And now it was Becky and Sasha - forever.

The End.