I can see your dreams…
I don't know how you do
what you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keep getting'
better.
I want to spend the rest
of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever.
Every little thing that
you do
Baby I'm amazed by you…
The smell of your skin
The taste of your kiss
The way you whisper in
the dark.
Your hair all around me
Baby you surround me
You touch every place in
my heart.
You know it feels like
the first time every time
I want to spend the whole
night in your eyes…
I don't know how you do
what you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keep getting'
better.
I want to spend the rest
of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever.
Every little thing that
you do
Baby I'm amazed by you…
***END FLASHBACK***
Belle smiled at the memory as she gently stroked Shawn's
arm. "I love you, Shawn."
Shawn smiled sadly at his girlfriend. "I love you, too.
Thanks for helping me through this."
Belle leaned over and kissed him softly. "I'm here as long
as you need me, and that's a promise. And remember, I always keep my promises,"
she added. "I'll get you through this if it's the last thing I do. We've been dating
for two years and been best friends for fifteen, so why stop now?" she joked.
Shawn laughed for the first time in months. "Yeah, that's
a good point. Thanks, Belle. Come here," he commanded her, holding out his
arms.
Belle crawled into Shawn's arms and snuggled close. "Shouldn't
we be working on our psych project?" she wondered.
Shawn laid his cheek on the top of Belle's head. "Probably,
considering it's due in a week. But we're in college, remember? We're not
supposed to start working on our projects until at least two days before it's
due, if not later."
Belle glared at him. "Yeah, but I'm me, remember? I have
to start a project at least five days before it's due, if not sooner," she
reminded her boyfriend.
Shawn scoffed. "Belle, Belle, Belle. Have you learned
nothing from being my girlfriend? Are you trying to tell me that although I
have been your boyfriend for two years, three months, thirteen days, eighteen
hours and approximately twenty-seven minutes, none of my procrastinating ways
have rubbed off on you?"
Belle raised an eyebrow. "Not like you're counting how
long we've been going out, right?"
"Of course not, because then I'd be absolutely crazily
madly in love with you."
Belle shot up from Shawn's arms and glared at him yet
again. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Shawn mentally slapped himself at his choice of words. "Look,
Belle, you know what I mean."
"No I don't. You're a guy, remember? I don't understand
anything you say to me except 'I love you' and 'Let's go on a date' or
something within that range."
Shawn sighed. "Belle, there's something I've been meaning
to ask you. Actually, I've been wanting to ask you this since before JT got
sick and-anyways, I have to ask you something."
Belle tucked her feet under her, psychology project long
gone. "What is it?"
"Okay. You love me, right?"
Belle looked at him suspiciously. "Of course I do. How
else would've I been able to put up with dating you for the past two years?"
Shawn chose to ignore that last comment as to not ruin the
moment. He reached up into his sock drawer and pulled out the small, square box
that had been sitting there for the past six months. "I know we're a little
young, but I've always believed that when you love someone, no matter what the
age, you should be with them. I love you more than anything. I always have, and
I know for a fact that I always will. Belle, I would be honored if you would be
my wife. I know I'm not good enough for you, and I never will, but-" He was cut
off by Belle's finger on his lips, silencing him.
Belle took the box from Shawn's grasp, opened it, and took
out the ring. She admired it for a few moments, then smiled and slipped it on
her left ring finger. Belle looked up into Shawn's sad and troubled brown eyes.
"I'm honored to honor you." At Shawn's confused look, she leaned over and kissed
him softly. "Of course I'll marry you, you nincompoop. And I don't ever want to
hear you say that you're not good enough for me. I happen to believe that we're
perfect for each other, and I'll always believe that. So, to answer your
question, yes, I will marry you."
Shawn let go of a breath that he didn't even know he was
holding. "Thank God. So, I guess we'd better start planning, Mrs. Brady."
Belle smiled. "I guess we'd better, Mr. Brady."
