So I completely lose when it comes to updating. I really am sorry. I guess I just kinda lost my muse there for a few months, and lately I've just been so busy with school, but I really want to write some more. So here it is. I hope you all haven't lost too much interest in my stories.

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The rest of shift was pretty much uneventful. Catherine and Sara landed at a dead end with their 419 while Grissom caught up on paper work. After their chat in the break room, Catherine dropped the conversation about Nick's proposal. For that, Sara was grateful. She knew she had a lot to think about. She needed to talk to Nick face to face and in private.

At around 8:30 in the morning, Sara pulled into the driveway of the home that she and Nick now owned. Sara had finally moved out of her apartment completely just a few weeks earlier. She sat in the car for a few minutes before taking a deep breath, grabbing a brown paper sack full of breakfast from the diner, and headed inside.

There were still a few unopened boxes of Sara's belongings lying around the living room. She just hadn't had any time to unpack them yet. She set the bag of food down on the kitchen counter, along with her keys and bag.

Sara walked slowly to their bedroom and quietly opened the door as to not wake Nick. He was sprawled out on the Queen-sized bed on his stomach, with one hand underneath his pillow. Sara could hear his even breaths from where she was still standing at the door. She didn't want to wake him, so she quickly changed into a pear of sweats and an old t-shirt and climbed into bed.

Nick stirred slightly and opened his eyes. Sara could tell he was still tired just by looking at his droopy eyelids.

He didn't say anything and she was almost too afraid to. Sara took a closer look at him and noticed that his eyes were rimmed in a light shade of pink. He'd been crying, she wasn't surprised. She knew it was her fault.

Sara reached a shaky hand up and brushed his hair off his forehead. She tried to smile.

"I brought breakfast."

He blinked.

"Eggs, pancakes, and one of those fruit bowls."

Another blink.

"Catherine gave up on her 419. Too many dead ends and unanswered –"

"Why won't you marry me?" Nick interrupted suddenly.

Sara took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she rolled onto her back and stared up at the white ceiling.

"I love you."

"I know."

"I thought you loved me, too."

"I do-"

"Then why?" Nick asked before she could say anything else.

Sara closed her eyes before speaking. "I'm scared."

"Of me?" Nick asked, propping himself on one arm so he could look into her eyes.

"No. Well, yes. Er, I don't know, maybe?"

Nick glared at her.

Sara could help but smile. "I know you love me, but part of me is still afraid that you're only asking me to marry you because of this little baby." She patted her belly as she finished the sentence.

Nick remained silent for a moment.

Sara turned to face him when he didn't respond right away. "You just caught me off guard. Everyone was staring. I'm scared."

"I'm sorry. You're allowed to be scared. Honestly, I don't know where we'd be right now if you hadn't gotten pregnant. Would we still be together? I can only hope so." He placed his hand on Sara's belly as well before continuing. "This little one brought us together for good, though, Sara. And I will never be able to thank her enough for that."

Sara closed her eyes. She was exhausted from the previous night's work.

"I'll let you rest now," Nick whispered. He started to slide out of bed, but stopped when Sara grabbed his hand. "What?" He asked softly.

"Will you stay with me? For just a little while? Until I fall asleep? Please?" Sara half mumbled.

Nick smiled, leaned over and kissed her forehead, and settled into bed next to her. "Sure thing, darlin'."

When Sara woke up, the sun was already down and there was hardly any light in the room. There must have been a light on somewhere else in the house, though, because there was a faint glow coming from the hallway. She stretched out her arms and was surprised to find the bed empty. She sat up in bed slowly and let her eyes adjust to the light. "Nick?" She whispered.

There was no answer.

Sara slowly got out of bed and found a winter robe to wrap around herself. She also slid into her slippers before leaving the bed room and walking down the hallway.

"Nick?" She called, a little louder this time. "Where are you?"

She turned a corner and padded towards the kitchen. There she saw him. His back was to her and he was humming softly. He was dressed in his best tuxedo and she could smell his cologne from where she stood. She gazed around the room and noticed that the table was made for two. There was a candle in the middle of the table; its flame flickering wildly. He had used the nice China and wine goblets.

"Oh my," she gasped.

"Oh! Good morning, sleepyhead," Nick greeted her as he turned around.

"Nick, what-?"

"I made dinner," he said as he walked toward her and took her hand, guiding her to one of the chairs. "Fettuccini Alfredo."

"But I'm not wearing any-"

"You look amazing," Nick said cutting her off.

"But you're wearing that, and I'm-"

Nick chuckled. "Sara, this night is for you. Those are your favorite sweats. I would rather you be comfortable. You can wear something sexy after the baby is born. I know how much you don't like dressing up right now."

Sara smiled. "But why?"

"Can't I just do something special for you for no reason?"

"No."

Nick smiled as he filled his and Sara's plates. He then poured some Raspberry Lemonade into their wine goblets. Finally, he placed a bowl of salad on the table and sat down across from her. "I love you Sara, and if you need me to prove that to you one hundred times, I will. Now, let's eat."

Sara didn't say anything. She simply smiled at him as she reached for her fork and began eating her meal.

They didn't speak much through dinner. Sara told him more about her last day at work, but that was about it. Sara had eaten all of her Fettuccini Alfredo and a small plate of salad. Nick was right, she had been very hungry. She stared into her glass of lemonade for a few moments before looking up and Nick and whispering, "Yes."

Nick stopped chewing his bite of salad and looked up at her confused. "Hmm?"

Sara swallowed and tried to stay calm. "Yes. I will marry you, Nick."