A/N: I do not own the characters

Oliver offered to drive Shane home after Rita and Norman's wedding. They stayed long enough and thought the newlyweds should enjoy the rest of their evening. They discussed the wedding, what they liked and what they'd do differently. As the conversation lulled, Shane smiled as she looked down at her finger. She sighed contently and thought contemplatively over their relationships, work, friendship, dating and now tonight, fiancees. Shane looked over at Oliver, not at all surprised to see him smiling and looking at her. He turned back to look at the road and held out his hand for hers. She took it and interlocked their fingers. He brought their hands up to his lips and kissed hers right below the ring. Shane smiled brightly.

"I love you."

Oliver pulled up to Shane's house, leaned over and lightly kissed her lips. "I love you too." He smiled. "Let me get the door for you."

She sat and watched him go around the front of the car and to the side. He pulled at his suit jacket in his regular manner. He opened the door, offered his hand to help her out, and closed the door behind her. He wrapped her hand around the inside of his elbow as they lazily walked up her pathway, up the steps and onto the porch. Oliver went to open her door for her, but she untangled from him and strolled over to the porch swing, sat down and patted the seat next to her. Oliver smiled, meandered over to her, sat down and put his arm around her. She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.

"You know what else I love?" She said in almost a whisper.

"This porch swing?" He matched her soft voice.

She smiled and lightly laughed. "Obviously, we end most of our date nights here." Oliver chuckled. "I love how your dad bought you this." She pulled the green tie out of his suit pocket. She wrapped it loosely around her right hand and set it down in her lap. "I also love that you wore it in front of all of Norman and Rita's guests." He smiled, turned his head, kissed her on the side of her head and rested his head on hers. "I love how you proposed in the traditional O'Toole family way." She laughed and snuggled into his body more. "I love my ring, your grandmother's ring, a real family heirloom. It's beautiful, thank you."

Oliver picked up her hand and looked at the ring he placed on her finger just a few hours ago. "Well, my love, I love that you love all of those things, and that you've been patient with me. I truly love you." Shane turned her head towards him and they smiled blissfully at one another. She leaned in closer to him until her lips met his. She clutched the tie in her lap.

Shane pulled away slightly and rested her forehead on his. She put her hand on his heart, under his jacket, and felt it beating in perfect unison with hers. She bit her lip. "Mind if I keep this?" She dangled the plaid green tie in front of them.

"Why would you want-" She shrugged her shoulders, crinkled her nose and giggled. He quietly laughed at the sight of her. "It's late and I have church in the morning." Shane nodded and handed him her keys. He unlocked and opened her door.

She squeezed in between the door jam and him. "Good night, fiance." She teased. They both really loved their new title.

"Good night, Miss McInerney." Oliver said coyly. She tried to hide the big smile he elicited from her. She leaned up and lightly kissed his cheek. As she moved past him and into her house, Oliver grabbed her waist and spun her around. She studied his serious face when all of a sudden the corners of his mouth turned upwards. He leaned in quickly to kiss her. She was pleasantly surprised. Her hands found the back of his neck, as they did countless times over the course of their dating relationship and did her best to lightly tug at his hair with the tie in her hand. He reluctantly stopped kissing her and smiled. He slightly bent down to her again and added one… two… three more light kisses to her soft lips. "Just getting you back for that tie pull earlier this evening." One of his eyebrows went up and his trademark crooked smile graced his face. "Good night, my love." He added one more, long, sweet kiss to her growing collection. "I love you." Oliver smiled again and let go of her.

"I love you so much." She smiled vibrantly. "I'll be over after you've gone to church tomorrow." She turned and closed the door behind her. Oliver smiled and sighed contently, turned on his heels and walked back to his car as if he were floating on a cloud.

Monday morning came around rather too quickly for both of them. He rang her doorbell.

"Good morning Oliver." She stood on her tip toes to kiss him.

"Good morning, Shane." He smiled and loved how she beamed when he said her name.

"I'm almost ready, coffee should be done soon." She pointed to the counter as she walked out of the room.

The coffee started to drip into the pot as Oliver moved around Shane's kitchen effortlessly. He added two heaping spoonfuls of sugar and non-fat milk he had just gathered, into one of the two travel mugs he took out of the cabinet, and poured coffee into both.

He saw the newspaper on her kitchen table and smiled. Shane had gotten a subscription after a debate they had one evening about paper versus digital. She still used her laptop and phone to check any new developments on a story, but she made an effort to 'get her hands inky', especially on Sundays. Oliver attempted to read the paper while he waited, but his thoughts traveled to the memory of the last few Sundays. He either came over to Shane's house or she'd come over to his after he had been to church. Shane still wasn't quite ready to attend with him, but she had told him she would attend in the very near future. He hoped in the next couple of weeks. His thoughts drifted back to the faint ghosting sound of newspaper crinkling, reading different interesting stories to each other, and the aroma of different blends of coffee brewing, or tea steeping. The memory from yesterday seemed to dance right in front of him. The two of them on the couch with Shane's legs draped over his, the touch of his hand on her ankle, the sight of her playing with her ring absent-mindedly and the sound of their laughs serenading his home while she read the comics to him.

As Oliver tried to hold on to that day dream, until his eyes focused on the other contents of her table, a stack of wedding magazines and an over-sized shoe box that had postcards printed on it. He took a sip of coffee and attempted to read the paper once again. His mind didn't seem to be interested in the written word at the moment, but the slightly opened box. Oliver knew he shouldn't look, but he was drawn to it. He took a peak over his shoulder and focused back on the box. He pulled it toward himself and opened it fully.