Disclaimer: I own nothing of The Big Bang Theory or the characters I'm writing about. Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady are the geniuses responsible for the greatness of TBBT and The Shamy. This work is intended only as an homage to our favorite couple, whatever their current relationship status.

Author's Note: Ok, I had really intended to end the story at the last chapter. But so many wonderful reviewers asked if there might be one more chapter and I realized there was. (See, it's true, reviewing really does help!) I was excited to find one more little snippet that's been in my head for a while that I thought fit well here. This is an epilogue of sorts, you'll see. It is unashamedly fluffy Shamy. I think we all deserve some of that right now, don't you?

"Correct," she said.

"Of course I am," Sheldon stated simply.

Amy rolled her eyes at him, but he was right, they both exceled at Counterfactuals. "I'm so glad you suggested we play this tonight Sheldon, it has been ages. I had such a great time making up new cards for you…and yet you've managed to correctly answer them all, of course." She gazed at him happily for a moment before reaching for one of the new cards he had made for her.

"In a world where dogs are capable of reading and yet are still the most popular pet, what delectable dessert is no longer legal?" she read out.

Tapping her index finger against her pursed lips she thought for only a moment before answering. "Brownies."

"Defend."

"Dogs use their intelligence, cuddliness and literacy to develop a spy network that secretly controls many of the world's political systems. Since chocolate is akin to poison for dogs it becomes a controlled substance, making brownies a black market commodity."

"Correct." Sheldon beamed at her.

"Of course I am," she replied cheekily. She could give as good as she got. But that last answer sealed it in her mind. She had to know. "Ok Sheldon, what's up with the questions tonight?"

"Whatever do you mean?" he looked at her coyly.

"I'm sensing a theme. So far all your Counterfactuals questions have had answers related to our relationship."

"Really?" he looked her with wide-eyed innocence.

Amy smirked at him and begin enumerating the correct responses on her fingers: "Zoos, a tiara, dancing, cardigans, Napa Valley, New Years Eve, cats and now brownies," she finished raising her eyebrow at him in challenge.

"Hmm, well, maybe I was feeling a bit...nostalgic when I made your cards," he admitted, smiling at her.

"Sheldon Lee Cooper, you big hippy!" she giggled, scooting over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Ok, ok, there will be plenty of time for that later, little lady, let's finish up the game," he said, extricating himself from her grasp.

"We can finish it later…" she gave him a sultry look, reaching for him again.

"Now, now, you of all people know how much I value closure. There is only one card left for each of us…"

"Fine," she sat back, sighing. This was a rare thing these days, Sheldon putting her off when she wanted to make love. Ever since their first time two months ago it had become his favorite activity. "Can you make me a new cup of tea first, please?"

"Sure. But come to the kitchen with me, I don't want you peeking at the cards."

Amy laughed at him, "It's not like Counterfactuals is timed, but ok. Admit it, you just want me by your side, don't you?" she winked at him.

"You have no idea," he said tenderly, rising from the couch and pulling her into his arms for a quick kiss.

"Tea." She said.

"Yes, tea."

Amy sat on the stool watching him put the kettle on and pull down the tea box. Fortunately, she didn't notice his hands shaking as he opened the lid, offering her the box to make her selection. They chatted about their plans for the rest of their weekend while the tea steeped.

"I still need to get back over to my old apartment and finish cleaning it before I hand in the keys on Wednesday. Should we try to do that tomorrow afternoon, or maybe Monday evening?" Amy asked him. They had finished moving the last of her possessions into 4A the night before, and the donation truck had collected the things she was getting rid of from Glendale that morning. They had spent the day sorting and organizing, combining the last of their things into their apartment. After a nice quiet dinner alone in their apartment – their apartment Amy thought again happily – they were settled onto the couch with tea and a new round of their favorite game. The day could not get any better.

"Let's do it Monday night. I have plans for you tomorrow evening." Sheldon stated.

"Oh really, Dr. Cooper?" Amy raised her eyebrows at him.

Mmmm, he loved that look. "No, not that" he chuckled. "Well, ok, maybe that too, but no, I have other plans for us tomorrow night."

"Really?" she looked at him, surprised. He didn't usually make plans for them on his own. "What are we doing?"

"You'll have to wait and see," was all he would say.

They removed their teabags and took their cups back to the couch to finish their game. Sheldon, as it turned out, did not give the answer Amy had anticipated to her last question for him, and a protracted debate ensued about whose answer was the better one. They were the only two people in the world who could have possibly argued so passionately over who would have written Lord of the Rings if the Franklin Stove were never invented.

That issue finally resolved (though if you asked both parties who won the debate you might get 2 different answers..), Amy moved on to her last question from Sheldon.

"So, since they've all been about our relationship tonight, should I guess before I read it? Koalas? Raggedy C-3PO? Cookies?" she smiled at him expecting him to join her, before realizing that he looked…well, she wasn't sure what he looked. Upset? No. Sick? Not quite. Nervous? Maybe. Yes, definitely on edge.

She looked at him quizzically, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes. "Sheldon, are you alright?"

"What? Yes, of course," he replied hastily, biting his lip. "Why?"

"You look, well, a little off. Do you feel ok?"

"I'm fine," he nodded. "Just a little antsy, maybe I shouldn't have had Red Zinger tea so late in the evening, I should really know better." He offered her a genuine smile, suddenly looking more himself.

"What have I told you about caffeine after 7pm? Now you'll be up half the night," she admonished him gently.

"Oh, I'm counting on it," came the reply.

"Hoo...ok, let's wrap this up!" She reached for the last card, fanning herself with it before reading.

"In a world where Sheldon Cooper never met Amy Farrah Fowler," she looked up at him, grinning. "See? Hippy." she whispered to him teasingly, rolling her eyes in exaggerated manner, before starting again.

"In a world where Sheldon Cooper never met Amy Farrah Fowler, what would he be doing right now instead of…" her voice faltered… "instead of proposing to the love of his life?" Her eyes shot up to meet his. He slipped out of his spot then, and there he was, kneeling before her on the carpet, holding a small black box with the most exquisite antique-looking ring she had ever seen.

Her eyes searched his face. She wanted this. But she had to be sure he wanted this, too. They had been through so much, nearly losing each other for good. It had been three wonderful months since then and she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of their lives together. She had thought them moving in together was the most amazing thing that could happen, but this…"Oh Sheldon…really?" she whispered.

"Yes Amy, really. I meant it when I said I wanted to live with you, wanted to sleep beside you every night and wake up with you every morning, but it's not enough. I don't want to live with my girlfriend, I want to live with my wife. I love you. Marry me, Amy, please."

"You're not afraid it's too soon?" This would be her last question. She knew she would say yes.

"Oh Amy…" She was always thinking of him, always wanting to make sure he was ok. He wanted her to know. "I've wanted this for so long. I've been waiting a year to put this ring on your finger. It's not too soon."

Had her ears deceived her? Did he just say he's been waiting a year to do this? Her brain quickly calculated. That would mean…no…he had had the ring before… and then the whole time they…and then he…oh Sheldon. She flew off the sofa and into his arms, landing them both on the floor. "Yes, Sheldon, yes! Of course I'll marry you!" She kissed him soundly on the mouth before pulling back to let him put the ring on her finger. It was perfect. It looked like it belonged there, just like he knew it would. Because of course, it did belong there.

They picked themselves up and settled back on the couch. Amy could not stop staring at her ring or her handsome fiancé. Fiancé, he's my fiancé, she sighed in amazement. Sheldon Cooper is my fiancé! "Oh my goodness," she gushed happily. "I have to tell my mother! I have to tell Penny and Bernadette! We have to tell your mother! Oh no, does your mother still not approve of me?" The words came out nearly too fast to keep up with.

Sheldon smiled at her, pulling her close. "Amy, my mother is beside herself with joy, don't you worry! As for everyone else, that can wait until tomorrow. That's what we're doing tomorrow night. Everyone is coming over for dinner and we'll announce our engagement then. Raj already knows, and he promised he'd make it special for you, a surprise engagement party. Tonight, however, you're all mine."

"Sheldon, you really thought of everything!" Amy was amazed.

"Well, you know how I feel about preparedness. And you've waited more than long enough for this, for me. I want you to have everything you want."

"Well, Cuddles, right now I want my fiancé," she purred pulling him toward the hall and their room.

"Mmmm, fiancé. I love the sound of that," Sheldon mused. She's my fiancée, too. Wow. "But first, you still have a question to answer." He gestured toward the last Counterfactuals card, abandoned on the coffee table.

"Oh," she said, amused. "Hmmm, what would you be doing right now if we had never met, right? Hmmm, what would you be doing…" she looked thoughtful.

"Well, it's sort of a trick question," he offered.

"Really? A trick question in Counterfactuals? How so?" Amy was still trying to think of a reasonable, defensible answer.

Sheldon grabbed her hands this time, walking backwards, leading her toward their room, their bed. "The answer is it doesn't matter; nothing would matter in Sheldon Cooper's life without you, Amy Farrah Fowler."

THE END

Author's Note: Thank you again so much for your support through this whole story, plus my others. I'm so thankful for each and every review and so enjoy hearing what you think. I've been writing for such a short time, only 7 weeks total since my first story went up (crazy!) and you guys have made them so much fun! I'm happy to be part of such a great community!