Moonlight: Season 2—Chapter 1

It's been two years since Emma and Jackson's execution. Beth and I have remained together, and inevitably, the topic of me turning her has come up. It's our three year anniversary today. She chose the restaurant. I'm not supposed to know where it is. But she should know that there's almost nothing a vampire can't find out.

"So," Beth sat opposite me in the outside patio seating of a small Greek restaurant, wearing a strapless black dress that reached to mid-thigh and red heels that matched her lipstick, "happy anniversary, Mick."

"Happy anniversary," I smiled. She looked stunning.

Beth smiled—that million-watt smile that reminded me of sunlight. At times I missed being human just to be able to be with her every day, all day.

"What?" she laughed.

I realized I had been musing again. "Nothing. Just thinking of how beautiful you are."

"Oh, stop!" she took out a small digital camera from her purse. "Waiter!" She waved a waiter over and handed him the camera. Getting up and coming to stand behind me, she put her hand on my shoulder. "Smile, honey."

"Wha—" SNAP went the camera. The waiter handed it back to her . She turned it to show me. There we were: her beaming into the camera, me with a half-smirk on my face.

We looked like quite a couple.

"That's one for the album," she said, putting the camera away.

"Album?"

"Of course!" she sat back down. "I have all these secret pictures of you I stash away in an album. I thought it would be good to start adding some US shots."

Us shots? "What do you mean?"

"You know: pictures of us on our dates. Oh! We should exchange gifts now!"

She called the waiter back over and ordered champagne. Beth looked so cute when she decided to take charge. I patted my pocket, feeling the shape of a box. I smiled. She was going to be so surprised.

"Me first!" she exclaimed when the wine arrived. "Close your eyes."

I did. I felt something press into my open palm.

"Okay, open them!"

Opening my eyes, I found a small, digital keychain. Beth reached over and pressed a button. Pictures of the last three years—minus today, of course—began to cycle through in five second pace.

"I love it," I smiled. "I will wear it proudly."

"You better!" Beth grinned. She closed her eyes. "Okay, I'm ready."

Getting up and walking over to her side of the table, I knelt and took her hands in one of mine. I took out the box, flipping it open as I did.

"Beth Turner," She opened her eyes and gasped. "Will you marry me?"

The last year I had been sneaking out of my—our—apartment to meet with Celeste (whom Beth had told me had originally helped Josh design their engagement ring). With Celeste's help, I had added a ruby next to the diamond, which led to widening the top of the ring just a little. I had had the ruby engraved with the letters M and B intertwining. But the majority of the ring still held Josh's memory. I had hoped she would like it.

Hand to mouth, Beth touched a finger to the ring. The look in her eyes said it all. She was surprised, and in the good way.

"When did you do this?" she asked.

"Celeste helped me. I had thought you would like it."

"I love it!" She knelt in front of me and hugged me tightly. "Yes, Mick! I will, I do!"