This chapter occurs between the proposal scene and the bedroom scene.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Rookie Blue.

"So, is this why you were acting so crazy today?" Andy asks with a smile as she admires the new ring on her finger. Sam is lying on top of her, placing warm kisses up and down her neck as his hands start to wander under her shirt.

"I was not acting crazy," he tells her as he pulls away to meet her gaze.

"Really?" She asks with narrow eyes and a smile, causing him to playfully roll his eyes.

"Fine, maybe a little crazy," he concedes. "But I've never proposed to anyone before… it's stressful," he points out.

"Oh, so you were worried I'd say no?" She says, mockingly.

He smiles. "I know you can't say no to me, McNally," he tells her, flashing his dimples.

"Someone's cocky," she teases.

"It's not being cocky if it's true," he quips, before returning his attention to her neck.

"Maybe I'll practice saying no to you right now," she jokes.

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try," he tells her before starting to nipple at her ear in that way that makes her absolutely crazy.

Before she can help it, a moan escapes her lips, eliciting a chuckle from Sam. "Told you," he says.

"Shut up," she demands. "You can't say no to me either," she reminds him.

"I know," he acknowledges, pulling away to look at her again. "But I don't mind admitting it," he informs her.

She smiles as he pushes the hair off of her eyes. "I love you," she tells him, sweetly.

"Well, I hope so," he says with a smile as he taps the diamond ring on her finger. She glances down at the ring, causing her smile to widen.

"You like it?" He asks as he watches her admire the new addition to her finger.

She nods. "Love it," she corrects him. "It's perfect... Did Tracey help you pick it out?" She wonders aloud.

"Nope. Got this all on my own," he tells her proudly.

"Now I love it even more," she informs him, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

"When I saw it- I just thought it was you," he says.

She smiles and kisses him. "It is," she assures him. "When did you get it?" She asks, curiously.

"A couple of weeks ago," he informs her. "Just trying to find the right time to give it to you," he tells her.

"Oh yeah? I didn't realize you were such a planner," she teases.

"Only when it comes to the important stuff," he proclaims.

"Oh, okay," she laughs.

"Not that it did me much good. My plan kind of went to hell," he says, gesturing around the cabin that was still not completely cleaned up.

"So what was the plan?" She asks.

He smiles and flashes his dimples. "Well… we were going to drive up to the cabin and not kill any birds and not get poison ivy…" he begins, before he kisses her.

"Good start," she says with a laugh, as he pulls away.

"Yeah, and then we would get to the cabin and it wouldn't smell like a zoo," he continues, before giving her another quick kiss.

"I like it," she says, encouraging him to continue.

"And then I'd take off of your clothes and throw you in the lake," he says with a big smile, as if he's imagining doing just that.

"Oh yeah?" She asks with a grin.

"Yeah," he nods, before going in for another kiss. "And then I'd cook us dinner on the grill and pour you a glass of wine."

"Mhm…" she says, against his lips.

"And after dinner, we would sit on the deck and watch the sunset."

"Romantic," she quips, when he pulls away from her lips.

"Mhm… and then I would tell you how much I love you… and that you just… you make my life so much better…and that I'm never happier than I am when I'm with you… And I would tell you that every day, I promise to wake up and try to return the favor," he says, while pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"That's a pretty good speech," she admits, before leaning in for another kiss.

"And then I would get down on one knee and ask you to marry me," he says, in between more kisses.

"How could any woman say no to that?" She asks, when he momentarily pulls away.

"Well, I only care what one woman says," he informs her, while taking off his shirt.

"Lucky for you, she hasn't quite figured out how to say no to you yet," Andy jokes.

"Very lucky for me," he agrees, as he repositions his body so he can sit her up and lift her shirt over her head. He then starts unbuttoning her jeans, while she draws lazy patterns on his back with her finger.

"So who knows?" She asks, as he climbs off of her so he can pull her jeans off her of her.

"Hm?" He asks, as he discards his own jeans and climbs back on top of her.

"Well, I mean, did you tell Oliver?" She probes.

"Are you kidding? You know he can't keep a secret," he reminds her, as he pulls her closer so she is flush against him.

"True," Andy replies with a nod.

"Only your Dad knows… well not that I was doing it tonight, just that I was doing it," Sam informs her.

"You- you asked my Dad for his blessing?" She asks, completely stunned.

"Something like that," he laughs.

"Who knew you were so traditional," she teases.

"Just wanted to do this right," he tells her, prompting a grin to spread across her face. Sam wraps his arms around her and in one swift motion, unhooks her bra. He pushes it off of her shoulders and throws it behind him.

"What did he say?" She asks.

"Well, he was more than happy to pawn you off on me. You are kind of a handful, McNally," Sam says, mockingly.

"Ha-ha," Andy tells him, sarcastically.

"Now do you have any more questions or can I have sex with my fiancée now?" He asks, running his thumb on the underside of her breast.

"Ooh, I like when you call me that" she tells him.

"I love you," he tells her as he meets her gaze.

"I love you, too," she tells him, before she leans in to kiss him for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes.

I know this chapter was shorter, but hopefully everyone enjoyed it.

Please review and let me know what you think. Also, I'm definitely open to suggestions for scenes you'd like to see. I can always use the inspiration!