A/N: Please enjoy it and thank you for reading.

He came back home from visiting his consultant, with a strict intention of repeating the scene of proposal. They've been living together for about five years, two moths, eight days, and this is just an act. No. This isn't just a piece of paper. It's everything.

Everything.

And to say more - he was merely drunk. Drunk, whether of being deeply in love or because the strong beer intoxicated his organism?

Probably the later one, but who knows for sure.

There was no one in the cottage and he decided to go upstairs, straight to the living room, where was a big, round mirrow. Practice, need a bit of it, he thought. A genuine smile touched his lips as he came closer to the object that was going to represent Steven.

After few moments, he took some deep breaths, gathering the strength and knelt on his right knee. It was risky, because Steven could return in any minute, so that's why Brendan started his monologue immediately.

Dear Steven...

He imagined taking his hand in his own.

I've loved you all my life. You will make me the happiest person alive, if you shall at least consider taking my proposal. I shall not love any other human being as I do, you. You're the music to my life, the beat of my heart.

No, not like this. Pushy.

Wouldn't you mind giving me your hand and..

Phh. Definitely not like this. Awful. Just.

He certainly loosed the grip on Steven's wrist and would also trace a little circle on his palm.

You will-

He must do that.

You will do-

That's easy peasy!

me-

"Come on!" he could hear right in that very moment Leah's voice.

the honour-

Can I? Oh yes. I've waited too long.

of becoming-

"You can do that, don't be pussy."

my-

He knew his hands were trembling. Obviously they aren't meant to do that when he will actually propose to his beloved.

my...?!

This is the hardest thing he's ever gonna accomplish.

long-life partner, lover, companion, dearest friend.

my partner.

Apparently the best variant.

I will not take 'no'.

Wait a minute. Is there any possibility that he will be given 'yes' as answer. "Oi!"

But I will wait as long as you need. Just say something promising.

In any case, he will take a hold of Steven's legs and will never let him go, until he hears him saying 'yes'.

Or we might be bethroned to each other first.

Do you want to be engaged with me to the rest of your life, huh?

He looked at the man kneeling in front of him. "Am I look that pathetic? Oh dear, this is ridiculous." He's Brendan Brady. And he's thirty seven years old. But apparently now he looks like a poor little puppy with messy hair, wide eyes, and a very strange grin on his face.

I know you do.

Ohh.

"My, my, who is it? Argh.. Brady! I knew that it was such a good idea to bring the camera."