A/N: This is dedicated to my parents. I'm not usually a romantic, but when I cound out how my dad proposed to my mum, it gave me ideas, and I couldn't resist writing my own version of it. Mum still teases him about it to this day!
"Do – I – You – You know when – I mean – "
This had been going on for the past 5 minutes, and frankly, Samantha was getting annoyed.
"What I mean to say is – that is, if you don't mind – well – I'm sorry if you do – but – if I could – "
After they left the restaurant where they had celebrated their 10th Anniversary since they had started dating, Danny had led her down to the lab in his old house (he had moved out 6 years ago). Once they got there, he had become aggravatingly fidgety and nervous. Then all of a sudden he lurched forward on one knee in front of her and began his blabberfest, getting more frantic by the minute and turning redder and redder, sweating bullets and chewing his lip every five seconds. Not to mention phasing in and out of human visibility every now and again.
"Danny, I don't understand a word you're saying."
"Oh, I'm sorry Sam, it's just I thought that you would think that I would say that – I mean – so I wouldn't have to say that - I'm lost now."
"You mean you were actually following a thought pattern somewhere in there?"
Danny looked dejectedly at his feet, and mumbled something to himself.
"What?"
Sam leaned in closer to hear him, when all of a sudden a velvety black box was shoved in her face. She stepped back, surprised.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't want to – I mean, you can keep it if you want, even if you don't want to – it'll be like a gift – "
"Danny, Danny, Danny, slow down. If I don't want to what?"
"You don't want to? That's okay, you know, because we can still go out - you still want to go out with me, right? And I guess there are a lot of opportunities in the future – I can wait – unless you really don't want to ever – "
"Danny," Sam had to reign herself in from screaming in frustration. "I never said I didn't want to. I just want to know what it is you're asking me!"
Danny kneeled there in nervous silence for about 4 seconds.
Then, shyly, he opened the box, revealing a princess cut diamond set in a white gold ring.
"I was wondering, kinda, you know, I've been thinking about it for a while… do you wanna get married?"
Stunned silence.
"I mean, it's okay if you don't, you can keep the ring, it's just that I'd really, really like to spend the rest of my life with you, and I thought maybe if you wanted to as well, then maybe we could – "
Danny's motor-mouth was quickly stopped by a pair of much more confident lips pressing themselves against his.
They didn't come up for air until 5 minutes later.
"… so… was that a yes?"
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