A/N: Hi guys! This is my first serious FanFic alone so keep that in mind LOL.

Enjoy! X

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Jacob's P.O.V-

We sat on my lumpy old couch, eating Ben and Jerry's ice cream and watching 'Wuthering Heights' for what had to be, at least the one hundredth time for Bella. Oh well, what ever keeps my girl happy. I didn't care. To be honest I don't bother to watch the film and just watch Bella the whole time.

Her hazel eyes fixed on the screen, her dark curls tumbling down her back, her porcelain skin illuminated by the glow of the television. Beautiful. I thought to myself.

One hour thirty. Come on, not long left before this lovey dovey shit is over and so is the night. I was running out of time. I had to do it soon before Dad and Charlie came home from the big game that finished at ten.

The couch squeaked as Bella snuggled into the blanket more.

"God its cold!"

"Well I'm no Einstein but I doubt eating ice cream will help." I teased. Bella elbowed me playfully in the ribs and got up to put the ice cream in the freezer.

"Good job you've got your own personal heater then isn't it?" I said as I enveloped her in my arms as soon as she sat down. Her arms wrapped around me and she rested her head on my chest in response.

We lay there like that for another minute, just staring at each other. I'd lost myself in her deep eyes. I couldn't believe she was all mine.

Bella's P.O.V-

How did I get so lucky? I thought as I fell into his black eyes that shone like diamonds. My Wolfie Man. I smiled to myself.

"I love you Jake."

"I love you too Bels."

He said as he leaned in and kissed me gently, not wanting to crush my awaiting lips. God, he tasted so exquisite. Even after two amazing years with Jake I could never get used to how his lips tasted. Like honey, like woods, like perfection. I was lost in him, as always, until he pulled away.

"Bella…"

"Jake?" I asked. Confused by his nervous tone. What did I do? He fumbled through his pockets, searching for something. He'd obviously found it as he pulled out a small, velvet, blue box. He shifted me off of him carefully and got down on his knee. Oh. My. God. Holy crap. He's going to pop the question!

"Will you marry me?"

"Jake… we're so young. We've got our whole lives ahead of us t-"

"Bella, you are my life. All I want is you."

"You have me."

"Officially. Bels please, Be mine." He gave me his cutest puppy dog eyes he knew smouldered me. Who am I kidding, why shouldn't I marry the man I love?

"Ok." I grinned.

"Ok? So we're getting married?!" He smiled my favourite smile that lit up the room.

"We're getting married!" I beamed back as he picked me up from the couch and spun me round like I weighed nothing at all. I couldn't argue with the idea that he would be mine and I would be his. Forever. Or so I thought…