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A/N: So here's what you need to know. Stephanie and her mystery man have been dating for several months and they are in love.

The Proposal

His shoulder was against the door jam and his arms were crossed over his chest as he watched her rooting in the refrigerator. He watched carefully for her reaction to what he prepared to say. It was something that he had wanted to say for a long time. Well, something he wanted to ask.

"Marry me." He bit back a grin as her body stilled. Froze would probably be a better word it. Then there was a burst of movement. Stephanie, the love of his life, backed out of the fridge and spun to face him.

"What?!?!" She sputtered. Her eyes were wide open and so was her mouth.

"Marry me." He repeated and grinned at her.

"Don't you smirk at me!" She jabbed her finger at him. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Because we love each other." He told her calmly.

"So." She shook her head as if she needed to clear it. "Things are good between us like they are."

"I'm crazy in love with you." He said with a tender smile.

"Crazy is right." She muttered and paced back and forth in the kitchen.

"What are you a chicken?" He asked her with a teasing tone. "Did your knees go weak?"

"My knees aren't weak. I just…"

"Marry me." He repeated and then laughed at the look on her face. "You just went pale."

"I didn't." She protested.

"I love you, Amada." He drawled.

"You bastard." Stephanie growled and he laughed. "This is NOT funny."

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He said softly.

"Dammit!" She groaned.

"I love you."

"Stop saying that!" She shouted.

"I wanna have babies with you."

"Oh my god!" She shrieked and pulled at her hair. "Cut it out."

"See you're chicken." He teased and started to stalk across the room towards her.

"I've been training. I'll knock you on your ass." She warned and backed away from him.

"You did already. The first time I saw you." His voice was tender.

"Oh man!"

"You love me."

"Yes, damn it. I do." She groaned. "But I might change my mind, if you don't stop saying stuff like that."

"You make me want to be a better man Steph." His voice was low and seductive as he backed her into the corner.

She whimpered and held her hands up to try to hold him off. He stopped when his chest came into contact with her hands.

"I could look at you forever." He murmured. "Marry me."

"Jesus." She whispered and looked up at him. "You're not going to give up are you?"

"Nope!" He promised with a grin.

"Well… I want a small wedding, I want it quick and I want a big, sparkly ring." She smiled at him shyly.

"Whatever you want and whenever you want." He promised and bent his head to hers. "All I want is for you to belong to me and me to belong to you. The rest is negotiable."

"Are you sure about this?" She asked quietly.

"Absolutely." He rested his forehead against hers. "Marry me?"

She flung her arms around her neck. "I think it's crazy, but yes I'll marry you Lester."

"Thank God!" He said and put his mouth on hers.

The End