This chapter feels cheesy to me, but in a good way! I enjoyed writing this one, although I'm not sure why. :P

Also I'm not sure if the show mentions if Rory's parents are still together or not, but I get the feeling that they aren't because in the episodes it seems to be just Brian. Whether they departed due to divorce, or a tragic event is really left to the imagination, I guess. BUT, because I had a chapter with Rory's mom in it before, and this chapter mentions her, I think that we should just assume that she's either busy at work most of the time and therefore is never home, or she does something cool like traveling the world while Brian stays home to water the plants.

Anyways, thanks for all the reviews/favorites/alerts and whatnot. I am so grateful to you all! Please enjoy this latest chapter. :D

I don't own Doctor Who, Moffat and a bunch of other people do.

All Rory wanted to do when he reached his front door was head to his room, flop down onto his bed, and take the longest, well deserved nap he'd ever had. Work at the hospital that day had been busy. There had been quite a lot of elder patients who had visited and none of the other nurses had wanted to put the IV in Mr. Grumman's arm (the old man detested needles, and it was his third visit that month). After getting Grumman to settle down, he was sent to calm the family members of a kid who'd gotten into a car accident. The girl would most likely be fine, but convincing her family of this proved to be difficult. He had also had to run a ton of errands for the rest of the staff, never getting a moment to sit still, and his girlfriend had rejected him the night before. The latter made him feel in need of a nap the most, and maybe if he were lucky… he wouldn't have to wake up for years.

Rory sighed as he turned the key in his door. Thinking like that was ridiculous, and hardly realistic. Just a normal nap would have to do. He opened the door and entered to see his father sitting in his old chair, reading the local news. He took a second, or two to look up from his paper and meet his son's eye. "Hi Dad. I'm home." Rory droned. He hoped he wouldn't get a million questions about why he was home so early. Generally he'd be over at Amy's at that time.

Brian Williams looked over to his son quizzically. He wasn't sure what was going on, but could tell that something was bothering the boy. "Amelia called a few times." He noted, watching Rory's face fall. "It sounds like she really wants to talk to you."

"Did she?" Rory dead panned. He didn't understand what she wanted to talk about. An explanation would be nice, but it was Amy Pond. He figured it'd take more than just this to cause her to confess what she was really thinking.

"Yeah." Brian studied his son, analyzing ever crease on his forehead and stain on his scrubs. "What's wrong Rory?"

Rory shook his head at his father. It was nothing he could help with. After all Brian and his mum were still together, he couldn't understand what had happened. He shouldered his bag and gave his dad a reassuring excuse of "Nothing, just tired" before heading to his room. He hadn't lied, he was tired, but still it was obvious Brian had seen through him and knew there was something else.

Rory sat in his bed for hours trying to fall asleep. He had thought, with how exhausted he was, that it would have been easy. But just as he had the night before, his mind was too full with doubts, worries, and "what ifs" that it was impossible to close his eyes for too long.

He couldn't stop wondering about the previous evening. If he were being fair, Amy hadn't really rejected him… but she didn't really say anything for it either. He had figured that she would be forward about her answer no matter what it was. He had prepared for her to tell him that she didn't want to or that she never planned on marrying, but he hadn't expected her to just stare back at him in a panic. Seeing her react that way brought about the worst feelings he'd ever had in a long time.

Thinking about it though, he realized that maybe it was too soon. He had always been so dedicated to Amy that he hadn't stopped to wonder if he was moving too fast for her. Maybe his question had just startled her and she didn't know how to respond because she had never considered the topic. But she had seemed slightly off since the beginning of the date; Mels must have tipped her off somehow.

He sighed, tired of thinking. All he wanted was to rest, but that didn't seem like it'd be happening any time soon, so instead he dug into his scrubs pocket and retrieved his hand-me-down cellphone he'd gotten from an older cousin. Throughout work they weren't allowed to have the electronics on, so Rory often forgot when he got home to take it out and check his messages. That seemed to be a mistake this time.

As the screen came up he remembered his dad mentioning that Amy had called earlier. She'd also called his phone, which was odd. Normally if Amy wanted to talk to him, she'd just come over. She wasn't too fond of talking, or texting on the phone, at least not with him. He had about three missed calls and a text message, all from her.

The message came first. He opened it and stared at the strange question as images, dreams he'd had, filled his mind. "Would you be with me for 2000 years if I wanted you to?" It asked. He blinked at the screen, confused. That number always seemed to follow him somehow, even when he slept. Was it just a coincidence, or did it actually mean something?

He opted not to text her back and instead dialed her number right away. Amy picked up quicker than he had expected. "Rory, finally!" she exclaimed.

"Amy…" he started.

"Did you get my text?" she interrupted "I didn't want to text it, I wanted to ask you myself but you wouldn't answer your phone."

Rory nodded and then felt heat color his face because of course Amy couldn't see him nod. "Uh… yeah. What's that about?" he asked.

"it's about last night." Amy said. "Now what's your answer?"

Rory looked down at his left hand resting in his lap. He knew his answer right away, but wasn't sure if it was the right answer, the one she was looking for. If he said something wrong, would she call even their relationship off? He had to tell her the truth either way though. "Of course I would. Always." He promised.

He could hear her on the other end take a deep breath and then laugh. "I sort knew you'd say that. Maybe Mels is right… it is you, Rory."

"What?" he raised an eyebrow in total confusion. "What did Mels say about me?" He could only imagine the embarrassing things she could reveal, or even make up about him that could seem true.

"Nothing. It's alright, I'll tell you about it when I see you." She took another breath. "Okay, I'll marry you. I've thought about it, and I'm focusing on what I want now, and not on some promise that was made when I was just a little girl."

Rory's shock could be heard through the phone. He hadn't said anything yet, but for both sides the emotion was almost tangible. "s..so you want me?" he stuttered out.

"Duh!" Amy chuckled. "I wouldn't agree to marry you otherwise, you numpty!"

Rory's shock started to subside as her words sank in. The promise she was talking about had to be something that dealt with the doctor. Her moment of panic the day before had been about that? And now, with her saying that she chose him… that meant that she wanted him more than she wanted to travel the universe and see the stars with her "raggedy man". She had picked Rory. Relief welled up inside him as he started to laugh, Amy joined in only to ask seconds later what was so funny, still it took a bit for them to calm their chuckles.

Finally their chuckles eased up and Rory gathered his courage as he pulled a dark blue velvet box out of his jacket pocket hanging on the coat rack. "Do you think… do you think I could come over? I'm off work and have nothing to do here."

"Yeah!" he could hear her smiling. "And bring that ring I knew you were hiding in your pocket. I want to try it on."

He laughed. "I was sort of planning on it." They fell into a silence as he gathered his things together to head over to her house. "Oh, and Amy?"

"Yes Rory?"

"What was Mels right about? You said that she was right about something…"

"Oh." Amy laughed. "like I said, I'll tell you when you get here. It's probably weird to say over the phone." Rory smiled, knowing that any story with Mels being right could sound strange over the phone. "Alright, well I'll be over in a few minutes then." He added.

"Oh, and Rory?" she asked.

"uh-huh." He placed the phone between his shoulder and his ear as he put his shoes on.

"I love you." She said a quick goodbye and then hung up the phone before he could respond.

Rory sat on his bed, eyes wide and shoes forgotten as he continued to hold the phone between his shoulder and ear. She'd never said that to him before, always saying her reasons were that Rory already knew so she'd never need to say it. A genuine smile lit up his face while he thought about all the times before that she'd never said it, and every moment leading up to it couldn't have been more perfect. "I love you too." He replied, even though he knew she couldn't hear.