A/N My first fanfic, just a piece of fluff that came to me in the wee hours. I own none of the original TBBT characters, etc.

"Leonard, sweetie?"

"Hmm, what it is, hon?"

The two of them were seated on the porch swing of her parents', now their, farm-house in Nebraska, watching

their twin granddaughters running energetically around the back yard. After Wyatt had passed the year before,

Penny's mother had moved in with her sister and Leonard and Penny decided to spend their (semi)retirement enjoying

the fresh country air of her childhood home. She would spend two or three days a week counseling unwed mothers, the

profession she had decided on after completing her community college night courses so many years ago. Oh, she

would still act in the local community theater on occasion, but she had put aside her childish dreams of Hollywood

celebrity in favor of more mature passions; her new career, her friends and family. Leonard, meanwhile, did the

occasional guest lecture and volunteered to judge at local science fairs on a quite regular basis.

"I was just thinking," Penny said wistfully, "Our life together turned out pretty great, don'tcha think?"

"Yes," Leonard replied, placing his hand over hers and giving it a squeeze. Their daughter, Jennifer, had gone

with her husband to the airport to pick up Sheldon and Amy. It would be their first Thanksgiving together at their

new home and he was glad that at least his best friend, and Penny's, could make the journey from Pasadena to

celebrate with them. Leonard watched the two young girls frolic for a moment, enjoying the fair autumn day, before

turning his gaze on his still beautiful Penny with a look of devotion in his eyes and a smile on his lips. "It has,

indeed!"

She returned his loving look and, intertwining her fingers with his, finally gave voice to what had been on

her mind since they had moved here from the west coast the fall before.

"Leonard, darling, will you marry me?"

His gentle smile turned to a wide grin as he reached up with his free hand to push a stray wisp of hair back

behind her ear. "Of course, dear, I could wish for nothing more."

The end.