He had never been more nervous in his whole life. In fact, he would rather face a whole fleet of Dalics, than the smiling Rose Tyler who was standing before him.
"Are you okay?" Rose asked, sensing his discomfort.
He faked a smile. "Never been better. What do you say, shall we go someplace special?"
Her face lit up. "Where ya thinkin'?"
He liked it when she smiled like that. Her face positively glowed. "It's a surprise," he said. He tried for another smile, but managed what looked like a grimace. That's what you get for reading her diary, he chastised himself. But if all went well, the moment of curiosity would be more than forgiven. It had to go well. After all, he knew what she'd say. He danced around the console like everything was normal. But on the inside, the million-pound question was eating away at him. He prayed that the TARDIS would get there soon, he couldn't hold it in much longer.
Rose sat in the jumpseat, twirling a strand of long blonde hair. when she caught him looking, she grinned. Her words echoed in his mind. I'd do anything for him. My Doctor.
And suddenly, he voiced his question without even meaning to.
"Rose Tyler, will you marry me?"
Several emotions flashed across her face before she answered,"What? I can't!"
Whoops.