A/N: Hello! So I couldn't let this story and my version of these characters go quite yet. Plus a couple people mentioned wanted a sequel and they've been amazing reviewers (you know who you are :) ) so that was a huge motivation. Anywho, still don't own these characters - CW does. Reviews keep me and this story going. Enjoy!

ZPOV

Holy crap.

I was engaged. To Wade frickin Kinsella.

Wade slid the ring onto my finger and we both broke out into a somewhat maniacal laugh as he stood up. "So...we're engaged?" I asked him.

"Yea," he nodded, shoving his hands in his back pockets. "Looks like it."

"Like, getting married." He was going to have to validate this a million times before we actually got married because he was engaged to a neurotic, albeit adorable, head case.

"That is typically what an engagement leads to." He smirked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we started to walk back towards the car. "You're regretting this decision already, aren't you?" He teased.

"Well I mean, you did catch me by surprise. And I mean, the way you did it, with the water and the sun... I'm thinking witchcraft was at play."

He laughed, opening the door for me then jogging around to the other side and hopping in. "Nope, just good ol' fashioned woo-ing." He turned towards me and flipped the ignition. "I'm quite the woo-er. The wooie-ist man out there, I do believe."

"Keep saying 'woo' and you'll woo yourself right out of a fiancee," I smirked.

"Go ahead. That just means I'll have to woo, no, re-woo you," he continued to chuckle.

I rolled my eyes, doing my best to hold back my smile, and looked down at my hand. I couldn't stop staring at the ring on my finger. I felt like one of those girls in a chick-lit book that was obsessed with showing off her ring, only I was the one enamored with looking at it – I didn't care who else saw it.

We drove in silence the remainder of the ride until we got back to the plantation. I was too focused on the ring, and who knew what Wade was thinking about. "Should I wear it?" I asked as I continued to stare at it even though we'd already reached the guest house.

"You are wearing it."

"No," I said, looking over at him. "Today I mean. I want today to be all about the bar opening."

He got out of the car and I did the same. "It will be, plus, if you wear it and are at my bar, more people will come by to see it and harass you about our wedding."

"Ohhh," I said, nodding. "I get it. This is a marketing stunt. Propose to me, I go to the bar, you get the entire town to go to your place and ditch the Rammer Jammer."

He laughed, starting up the stairs to my place. "Doc you give me way too much credit. I am not that smart." He pointed a finger at me. "But I like where you're going with it."

I rolled my eyes, following him up the stairs. "Where are you going? I have to be at work soon."

He looked at me like I had three heads and should know why we came back home. "Um, duh, engagement sex."

"What?"

"Come on, don't tell me you've never heard of it," he said scooping me up and carrying me into the cottage. "It's the best sex you can have, only second to make-up sex."

"Is that so?" I asked as he laid me on the bed and yanked his shirt off.

He crawled over me, kissing down my neck. "Yea, let me prove it to you."

I moaned as his teeth nipped my neck. I arched my back, pressing my chest against his and felt his hands reach around, dragging the zipper of my dress down. As a woman of science, who was I to deny him the chance to test a hypothesis?

He pulled back, sliding the straps of my dress down and got my dress off in seconds. I reached up, undoing his jeans which didn't help much since he had to stand up to push them and his boxers down anyway. I sat up on my knees and he bent down to kiss me.

"I'm the last girl you're ever gonna kiss," I smirked against his lips.

"Damn straight you are," he agreed. "You okay with that?"

I nodded, reaching around to undo the clasps of my bra and scoot it off. "I am, if you are."

He lifted me up, walked us just far enough to press my back against the wall. My legs unwound from his waist and my feet planted on the floor. "I am absolutely okay with it," he said as his lips scaled across my shoulders. One of his hands cupped my cheek as his mouth rejoined mine; his other hand gripped my hip possessively, tugging at the side of my underwear until it tore and dropped softly between us. I would have otherwise yelled at him for destroying a perfectly good pair of underwear, but his hand was touching me in places that I could never complain about.

Turned out he was right. Engagement sex was the second best sex two people could ever have. Especially when it happens twice.

"Do we really have to get up?" I asked as he rolled off me and onto his side of the bed. I immediately turned onto my side and latched onto him like a koala. He pushed his lips into my hair, laughing as his fingers dragged up and down my spine.

"No, we don't have to. But then you'd be unable to cure people of diseases, and my bar won't open."

I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him. "I guess we're getting up then."

He smirked, cupping my neck with one hand and leaning down to kiss me. "Your call, not mine. I'm perfectly happy doing what we've just done, for the rest of the day."

I rolled my eyes and moved my head back down onto his chest. "Five more minutes."

His fingers began dancing up and down my back again, and after a minute of silence I heard him start to speak. "So what are you doing about the ring?"

"I think I'll wait til tomorrow to wear it." I looked up at him, my chin digging into his chest. "If that's okay." I really wanted tonight to be about him, his huge success, and the bar. He 100% deserved it.

He nodded, kissing the middle of my forehead. "I'm fine with it. Just don't change your mind between now and then."

"Will you?"

He smirked. "Not a chance doc."

WPOV

Holy crap, she'd said yes. My plan of trying to surprise her by being casual about it would have totally backfired if she'd said no to coming out to the property with me. I hadn't made a back up plan, and with how long it had taken me to figure out this one, it'd probably be awhile before I thought of something else. Then again, with how much this had been on my mind, there was a chance I'd be a total asshole and propose to her the next time I'd had too much to drink.

But none of that mattered because she'd said yes. I was so relieved and hell not gonna lie, kind of shocked that she said yes right away. I was expecting her to do one of those things where she said she needed time to think about it and dragged out a decision, killing me in the process. But no, she was fucking on board with this thing.

She went to take another shower and I got dressed. When she came out in that little towel it damn near took my breath away, even though I'd seen her like that hundreds of times. I laid on the bed, propping myself up against the headboard while she got ready. I couldn't stop looking at her. To avoid feeling like a creep though, I opened my mouth. "Did you want to grab dinner before the bar opens tonight?"

She picked up the dress I'd taken off of her earlier and walked over to me turning around and pulling her hair up. I moved so my legs hung off the bed on either side of her. I pulled her closer not because I needed to, but I wanted to. Without her having to ask, I dragged the zipper up slowly and felt her lean back a little. "Yea, if you have time." She turned her head to look at me. "Do you want to go out or eat here?"

I shrugged. "Wherever. Maybe here since the only options are really the Rammer Jammer or Fancy's. I'm not really up for dressing up, and it'll feel weird eating at the Rammer Jammer when I'm pretty much opening up its competition across the street."

She turned to fully face me, and I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist, pulling her closer. "Here it is."

I moved my hand up to the side of her neck and pulled her to me for a kiss. "We should get going before I throw you onto this bed and try and go for a third round," I smirked against her lips.

"Maybe another five minutes," she grinned, repeating what she'd told me less than an hour ago. Who was I to argue? I fell back onto the bed, pulling her with me, eliciting a giggled from her as we made out for way longer than five minutes.

I dropped her off just before 11am, kissing her goodbye before she dashed up the stairs to the clinic.

I parked and headed into the bar, waving to Wanda who I had poached from the Rammer Jammer. When I'd told Wally I was quitting to open up my own bar, he offered to sell the Rammer Jammer to me and while it was tempting, I couldn't do it. I had to start fresh, do something that was all my own. So when I turned it down, he was quick to promote Shelley to unofficial co-owner, i.e. the bar's work horse, which I'd been for years.

Wanda was holding a clipboard, probably with the inventory list when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw it was Zoe. I hit ignore, figuring I'd call her later. "Hey Wade, Billy just dropped off a bunch of stuff. I started going over it compared to the list, but I've never done inventory before so I wanted to make sure I wasn't messing it up."

"Sure," I nodded. "Let's head back there and see what we've got."

We had barely gotten into the back room that was just off from the kitchen, when my phone went off again. "Hey Wanda, gimme a sec," I told her when I saw it was Zoe again.

I headed towards the front of the bar to take the call. "Doc? Everything okay?"

"Yea, it's just... people know."

"People know... what?"

"About us. About being engaged."

"Zoe, you're just being paranoid no one-"

"I forgot to take off my ring and both Brick and Addie saw it."

"And you didn't try to concoct some completely unbelievable story for people to get so confused by they forget what they originally suspected?" I teased, thinking back to how often she'd done just that.

"Shut up. No. I couldn't think of anything. I like, froze with fear or something."

"Fear of..."

"I don't know Wade, just fear! Sheesh. The point is, they know, so soon more people may know."

"Am I denying it or what?" Who knew what the crazy girl wanted me to do with this information.

"No, I mean, I don't know. Do you want to? Should we?"

I laughed. "Doc, you're the one that wanted to wait. I don't care if we tell people today, tomorrow, or after we've said 'I do'."

She took a deep breath. "Okay, I guess... we're telling people. But mainly because I wound up telling Addie and Brick already."

"Okay, telling people it is."

"Alright, well I need to get going. Love you."

"Love you," I repeated before hanging up the phone. She was a crazy person. My sexy, amazing, crazy girlfriend.

And the town was about to find out that we were getting married.