A/N: Hello and welcome to the second installment of my re-imagination of season 9! This begins after The Meemaw Materialization. I've had this for a while now and have revamped it a lot, and now I'm finally sharing it because this is my SHAMY proposal fic. I don't want this to come out before season 9 ends (May 12th people). I won't say much. Drop a review if you want and can.

**About The Juxtapose Accentuation, I'm not finished with that yet. I will post the next chapter tomorrow, then I will have two more chapters before it ends. Sorry about the delay; I was a bit busy last week. I will complete the story with an ending that hopefully, satisfies most of the readers. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Big Bang Theory, included in this story.

Chapter 1: The Meemaw Materialization Aftermath

Sheldon stood by the wide glass panels, watching the plane that will take his meemaw back to Texas. He knew Leonard was kidding when he asked if she can stay with them in Pasadena; but somehow he hoped that she would consider it. He knows better than insisting on it, though. It was an interesting visit, after all, and although he will miss his grandmother, he knows that she belongs to Galveston. He was a little baffled that his meemaw did not like Amy, right away. Penny tried to explain that she was probably just being protective of her moonpie, but Sheldon didn't fully understand. He watched the plane take off and followed it until he can no longer see it on the horizon.

Taking a cab to Los Robles, he made his way home, not even bothering on dropping by the university because of his sullen mood. He still thinks that a one week visit from his meemaw was too short, but when she countered that maybe he should come to Texas instead of her staying longer, his argument was stunted. When he got home, he went straight to his room and lay face down on his bed, sighing loudly. His thoughts were all over the place, but the one that stands out the most is his grandmother's request. She told him that if he's certain about marrying Amy, he should do it soon. Reminding him that because he was about to do it about a year ago anyway, he shouldn't have any more reasons to delay it. Everything that his meemaw said was true, but what frustrates him is that even he can't answer why he's considering waiting. Valentine's Day is only a few days away but he doesn't want to do it. It only seem logical considering that proposing on that widely commercialized day would be the most romantic thing he can ever do. In hindsight, he fears that the pain he felt when Amy broke up with him was hindering him from making that next step. He wasn't exactly traumatized, but somehow, that fear that he might do something that can make Amy break up with him again lingers. With so much going on in his head, he fell asleep and was awoken by his phone, ringing. A bit disoriented because of his interrupted nap, he felt around his bed for his phone. Looking at the screen, he saw it was Amy, calling.

"Hello..." he answered, the word, sounding more like a grunt.

"Sheldon, where are you?" Amy asked, sounding a little concerned.

Sheldon pulled himself up and leaned against his pillows. "I'm at home. Why?"

"Well, I was just worried. I know your meemaw left today and I didn't hear from you throughout the day. I was calling to see if we're still on for date night."

He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the time. It was almost 5:30 in the afternoon. He suddenly became more alert. He hadn't realized that he's been asleep most of the afternoon. "Oh… That. Right…"

"I know you're probably sad about her, leaving, so if you would rather stay at home tonight I comple-"

"No! I don't mind. In fact, I would really appreciate your company tonight; however, what do you say if we just stay at your place instead of going to a restaurant?"

"Oh, well, that's not a problem. Are you sure you'd rather go here, because I can come over."

"No, Leonard and Penny will be here this evening, so I would much rather go there. Is there anything you want me to bring, like dessert perhaps?"

"That's not necessary. I'm on my way home, do you want me to buy us some takeout? Or if you want, I can cook."

"You'll cook? That wouldn't be too much trouble, would it?" he asks, excitement in his voice, apparent.

"Not at all, Sheldon. I was going to the grocery anyway. I'll make some spaghetti." She tells him, smiling.

"Goodie! I can't wait. Is 7:30, okay?" He asks, getting off his bed and started looking for what to wear to their date night.

"Sounds good. See you in a bit." She disconnects the call and went out of her lab.

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"As far as I can remember, even if she weren't guilty of burning the prison down, she's still guilty of child abuse. He was a teenager!" Sheldon bellowed, as he continues to cite the inaccuracies in a movie they just finished watching.

"Would you stop fixating on that part of the movie? The Reader is not about what Kate Winslet's character did!" Amy replied, almost yelling back at him.

"Then what is it about?"

"It's about Michael and Hanna's unrequited love. It was a great movie, let it go. I never criticize the movies you make me watch. I barely even voice out my thoughts unless you ask me." She said, a little annoyed about how her boyfriend is reacting to the romantic movie they just saw.

His demeanor changed and his face showed worry. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that." His tone was softer than earlier. He reached out, grasped Amy's hand and pulled her closer to him. They were on the couch and although they were sharing an afghan, they weren't cuddling.

Amy stared at her boyfriend; she knew that he was trying to change, but it still surprises her every time he does something that he normally wouldn't do. Like what he's doing now. Holding her hand and apologizing. Which constantly reminds her that they never actually talked about what their breakup was about. They got back together without clearing out everything. Pushing those thoughts away, she smiled kindly at the man that she loves so much.

"It's really not, but I'm not mad. Don't worry." She murmured, trying to appease him. He just stared at her, trying to seek reassurance with his eyes. "Seriously, Sheldon, it's okay."

"Alright. Thank you." He said, leaning backwards and letting his head hit the back of the couch. He gave her hand a little squeeze and looked at her. "It's only been a few hours, and it sounds silly, but I already miss my meemaw."

Amy looked at her boyfriend affectionately. It was during times like this, when he shows honesty, that he looks so adorable. It's as if she was looking at a kid. She placed her other hand on their entwined ones and smiled at him. "No, it most assuredly is not, silly. That's normal. You've been away from her for a long time and seeing her again for a limited time can intensify the longing. That's how you feel when you have to be apart from someone special in your life."

Sheldon tilted his head, trying to concentrate on her green orbs. Is that how she felt when we were broken up? He tried to remember those days when Amy wasn't her girlfriend. Every waking hour was like a living nightmare. He was constantly reminded of the horrible pain that he couldn't understand. The added knowledge that at some point, Amy started seeing other people just added to the already, heavy feeling he had to carry everyday. How he was able to put a facade and live each day as if everything was okay, was beyond him. He moved closer to her, and surprising her once again, leaned his head on her shoulder and asked, "Is that how you felt when we were… you know…" his voice was quiet. He couldn't complete his question, but she knew what he was referring to.

She rested her left cheek on top of his head and sighed. "Pretty much. Yes." He didn't acknowledge her answer. He just closed his eyes and listened to her steady breathing. Trying to feel the life next to him that was the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with. They remained in that position for what seemed like hours, not saying anything; just savoring their time together, making up for the months they lost. Amy lifted her head and chanced a glance at Sheldon. His eyes were closed, his face, a total mask of calmness. She studied his facial features from his eyelids, to his brows, nose and then his lips. His thin upper lip and full bottom one was perfect on him. She loves how soft they were every time she get to kiss them. How his breath would always smell fresh and how they would part slightly to accommodate hers, welcome hers when they meet. She was starting to feel tingly, when Sheldon's head and shoulders slid down to her lap. She was shocked at first and was about to start shaking him when she realized that he just fell asleep. He looked so peaceful. They weren't exactly in a very comfortable position, but she couldn't bring herself to interrupt his slumber. Giving up, she leaned back and rested her head, letting sleep take her, too.

Hours passed and Sheldon woke up. He opened his eyes to Amy's living room. He tried to blink a few times and gather his thoughts before he remembered where he was. A few more seconds and he finally remembered where exactly he was. He panicked and bolted out of the couch so fast, he suddenly felt dizzy. Amy stirred, but amazingly, did not awake. He started shaking his head a little to get rid of the sudden rush of blood and then stared down at his girlfriend. Her head was turned to the left and her chest was rising and falling from breathing. Her current position didn't look comfortable in Sheldon's eyes. How long had they been asleep; moreover, how long has she been in that position? Poor thing had to remain seated so he can sleep on her lap. He sighed heavily and sat back down, trying not to wake her up. Shaking a bit, he brought one of his hands to her face and moved some of her hair to the back of her ear. He was amazed at how content he felt just by being next to her, staring at her, sound asleep. His qualms about settling down with her hit him again, but this time, one particular question stood out: Can he possibly survive losing her again? He knew the answer. It will always be a resounding no. It was then, that he realized, waiting was no longer an option. Uncertainty was a constant variable in the biggest equation, that is his life, but he wants to make sure of one thing. He needs, no, wants to keep the woman he loved bound to him in every possible way.

He used to think that marriage is nothing but a contract, nothing more than a less detailed version of the Relationship Agreement. He's never thought much about marriage, especially since he was a witness to one that doesn't exactly advertise it well. His parents' marriage. If he'll go by what his mother and father went through, he'd never consider getting married. Ever. But he knows another couple; one that explained to him the difference of a wedding and marriage. His pop-pop and meemaw. Another thing was that, he was well aware of what the grand gesture of proposal and walking down the altar means to her Amy. The intensity of such an event will help prove how much he loves the woman. The idea of them signing another contract in the process, was just a comforting bonus. His mind, formulating how he's going to ask the big question, was going miles per minute now. Smiling and feeling lighter than he had earlier that day, he looked at his watch; it was five past 11 PM. He needed to go home.

Tapping his girlfriend slightly on the shoulder and saying her name, like he would when knocking, he woke her up. Amy slowly opened her eyes to the charming smile on her boyfriend's face. "I love you, do you know that?" her voice, still thick with sleep. Sheldon looked questionably at her. Her wasn't sure where that came from, but he loved hearing those words more than he cared to admit. "As I love you, but I need to leave. We still have work tomorrow."

That seem to shake her out of the sleepy daze she was in. She sat up straight and cleared her throat a bit. Looking at her own watch, she saw how late it was. She doubted Leonard will pick up his friend now and she didn't feel like driving. Well, wouldn't hurt to ask… she thought. "Sheldon, it's a bit late. How will you get home?"

He scrunched up his nose at her question. He thought about his roommates; they probably wouldn't like the idea of fetching him when it's almost midnight. He didn't like the idea of Amy driving him either at this late hour. "I suppose I can still catch a bus," he said. Almost immediately though, a visible, involuntary shudder run through him at the thought of doing that.

"What if you just stay for the night?" Amy asked shyly. After her birthday, they haven't had any kind of sleepover again. When she looked up, she was surprised to see Sheldon's face in horror. She ran her words through her mind again and realized how her question sounded, but before she could elaborate, Sheldon threw his arms around his chest in a defensive way.

"Woman! Have you no control of your urges?! I've heard that pretext on numerous occasions! Don't think that I don't know what that means!" He was looking at her, with wide eyes.

She just stared at him, one brow raised. She was bemused at her quirky boyfriend. Sheldon saw her smile and then she slid closer to him, trying to yank his arms away from his chest. He just hugged himself tighter and Amy tried again, "Oh, like I haven't already seen every part of you!" She said, getting a little irritated. He jumped away from the couch at her words.

"Amy-"

"Sheldon! Stop being silly-"

"I'm never silly!"

"Okay! But I was only asking you to stay because it's late and I'm tired so I'm not driving you. I doubt our friends will be happy about doing that either and let's face it, you hate buses! So you can stay here tonight,sleep, and then I can drive you in the morning to your apartment so you can prepare for work. I'm not trying to get you to have sex!"

"You're not?" He asked in a small voice, lowering his arms and letting them rest at his sides.

"No, not at all!" She let out, and then saw his face fall a little. It almost looked like he was… hurt. Oh, Dr. Cooper get your emotions straight!

"Oh," is all that he could say. He was looking at the floor now, with a sheepish and somewhat disappointed expression.

Amy was getting more and more confused. Did he want to sleep, sleep? She stood and walked up to him, taking one hand in hers. "Sheldon, you can stay, but that doesn't mean that I've got other intentions. I just don't want you out there in the middle of the night. We can sleep, just sleep. If you're worried, we don't even need to share my bed, although my couch isn't exactly comfortable so I don't think it's wise to sleep in it."

He was looking at her with an expression she wasn't used to seeing. It's like he was trying to solve an equation, like there's a debate going on in his head at the moment. He sighed. "I apologize. My outburst was uncalled for. If… your offer still stands, then yes, I would very much like that."

She was amused, now and had a beautiful smile on her face. "Which offer? Sleeping or coitus?" she teased.

Sheldon's eyes widen and he gasped loudly. Before he could say anything, Amy started laughing, "I'm kidding. Of course you can sleep here." He felt irritated at his girlfriend, then a thought came to him. Two can play at this game, Dr. Fowler.

"I'm getting tired of this!" He bellowed and started stomping his way to her bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Her brows furrowed in confusion at her boyfriend's sudden action.

"Bedroom! Now are you going to just stand there or are we having coitus?" Ha! That did it! he thought, when he saw her face change into a shocked expression. He disappeared for a few seconds, all the while, Amy was glued to her spot with wide eyes and her mouth slightly open. He reemerged and was sporting a devilish smile. When he thought Amy was about to move, he yelled, "Bazinga!" and started laughing.

Amy looked at her boyfriend incredulously. There she was, almost ready to pop a vein because of the shock, and now he was laughing? Oh, he is so going to pay for this. But now is not the right time. They were tired and both still had work in the morning. She just shook her head and sighed.

"Come now, Amy. Let's get some sleep." He managed to stop laughing and held out his hand for her. She walked the short distance and took his hand. They went through some of their nightly ablutions and went to bed. They were both on their back and Sheldon fell asleep quickly. A few minutes passed and as Amy was finally drifting off, Sheldon turned and draped his arm over her torso. Amy turned her head to look at him and the peacefulness of his face made her smile. She closed her eyes and tried to fall into unconsciousness again only to be awaken by his voice, barely a whisper, but the words were clear. "…please be my wife?" Her eyes suddenly opened and she glanced at him. He was asleep. He was talking in his sleep. What was he dreaming about? An unfamiliar excitement coursed through her making her feel more awake than she needed at that time. Was he actually dreaming of proposing? She knows about the ring. Apparently, their friends know about it too. He told her to wait though. She knew better than to press on the subject. It would just be a matter of time; but how much time? That is the question. She tried to focus on his breathing, and just like earlier on her couch, she fell asleep listening to the steady rhythm of the the man she loves.