Trent woke up and took a look at his calendar. It was September 9th or 9/9 for him. He looked at the beautiful gothic woman next to him sleeping peacefully. Today was his lucky day so it was bound to good well.

About an hour later Gwen got out of bed and joined Trent for breakfast.

"Morning," Gwen mumbled.

"Morning sunshine," Trent replied teasingly. She proceeded to whack him upside the head.

"Maybe I deserved that," Trent said with a sheepish smile. She sat down next to him and nodded. "Anyways, hurry up I want to be up there for nine o'clock sharp and it's seven o'clock."

"Okay. Okay. Don't want to upset you and your number nine obsession," she replied in a teasing tone. He mockingly lifted his hand as if he was about to hit her. "And don't you dare."

It was fifty eight minutes pat eight when they arrived at a cliff called, "Nine Luck Cliff". It was rumoured that when a proposal or wedding took place there on the ninth day in the ninth month and at the ninth hour the couple was going have good luck for the rest of their lives.

"We're here," Trent said parking the car and exiting it.

"It's beautiful up here," Gwen said also exiting the car. The two took seat at the edge of the cliff with their legs hanging over the cliff. "So why did you bring me here?" she asked him.

He took a look at his watch 9:00, time to start the proposal. Taking her hands and standing her up he said, "Gwen. I love you with all my heart. When we broke up and you started dating Duncan it was the most depressing time of my life. You made me the luckiest man in the world when you took me back. You looked past my OCD and saw me for a person not some nine obsessed freak of nature." He slid the ring onto her finger and got down on one knee. "Will you marry me and be my wife?"

There were tears in her eyes as she looked at the ring of her finger and the man she loved. "Yes. I will marry you," she said. He stood up, lifted her up bridal style and spun her around nine times.

When he put her down he asked, "Do you why I proposed on the ninth of September at nine o'clock?"

"Because of your love of number nine," she guessed.

"No, because when a proposal or wedding happens at this time it is said that the couple has lots of luck," he replied.

"Oh. Well, I know where and when we'll have our wedding. One year for today," she said with a grin.

"Perfect idea," he said also with a grin. Indeed as the legend went the two had great luck for the rest of their lives.