"Danny, do you love me?"
Danny just grinned. Lindsay was lying next to him on the couch with her head in his lap as he was watching the Mets game on TV. She was looking extremely cute in her pajama pants and camisole top. "Of course I do. And you love me too."
"We should get married."
Danny allowed himself a small smile. "Go get the condom box out of the nightstand."
Lindsay's brow furrowed like it did when she was puzzled. "But I'm on the pill now, we haven't used condoms in months."
Danny grinned down at her. "Just go get it."
Lindsay sighed, but curiosity got her up. She went into their bedroom. In the nightstand was the box of condoms, but when she picked the box up out of the back of the drawer it was heavier than it should have been. She opened the box up. Shoved inside was a small velvet box. She pulled it out and opened it up. A small gasp escaped her lips.
Danny slipped his arms around her from behind and kissed her neck. "So?"
Lindsay turned in his arms and kissed him full on the lips. "Yes."
Danny grinned. "My grandmother surprised me and gave the ring to me last week. Said she thought I was ready for it. My grandfather bought it for her when they first arrived from Italy as newlyweds. I know it's kinda small."
Lindsay shook her head. "No. The history makes it even more special."
A/N: I'm back to working on my story in progress, but this little oneshot demanded to be written. Never think you might have time to write at work if you work in an Intensive Care Unit. Just the thought guarantee you'll be staying over time.