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"Have we met? You look so familiar," Jay chuckles when he approaches her. She's wearing a strapless green pencil dress that ends just above her knees and her hair is falling loosely down her shoulders. She always looks beautiful to him, but it's so rare she gets to doll up, so he enjoys the view.

"Picking up women at a wedding? What a cliché," she smirks back, but accepts the flute of champagne he offers her.

"At a wedding of my ex-girlfriend, even. I really am a cliché," they laugh together and she leans against him for a moment. The occasions like these are rare, where they get to be normal people, just a couple, attending a wedding of two of their friends. No hiding, no pretending.

"This is nice," she murmurs, and her arms sneaks around his waist. He hums in agreement and presses a kiss on her temple.

"Excuse me, the bride will not throw the bouquet, so all the single ladies gather round."

True enough, Gabby is holding her bridal bouquet, made of yellow lilies and white roses. It's a beautiful arrangement. The yellow and white complement her skin tone, but nothing shines brighter than the happiness in her eyes. Louie walks with her, clutching her dress, and smiles happily.

"You're up," Jay smirks at Erin and gives her a small push.

There is not a lot of unmarried women at the wedding. She stands next to Sylvie, who still hasn't decided to tie the knot with Antonio, but Erin knows it's just a question of time. Then there is Kim, who just got back together with Adam, which also comes as no surprise. Natalie joins them after a moment's hesitation and she can see Will pushing Nina to come too.

She doesn't even want the stupid thing, so then why does she smile when it lands in her hands? For just a moment, she allows herself to imagine all of it. Then she hears people commenting.

"Finally!"

"It's about time." She shoots a glare at Kim.

"Jay will have to step up his game now." That's Will, for sure.

Jay just laughs, and wraps an arm around her. He knows she doesn't think much of marriage, and he hates to see this pressure being put on her. He presses a soft kiss to her side. He doesn't care if they ever get married. As long as she stays by his side, he's fine with living in sin.

After hard days at work, Erin loves to just snuggle up on the couch and do absolutely nothing. It just so happens, she also has the best pillow she could ask for.

She moves to accommodate herself until she's comfortable. Half of her body covers Jay's. She has always admired the fact that their bodies seem to fit together, like two right pieces of the puzzle. His torso is the perfect resting place for her head, and his fingers are rubbing circles onto her back. She feels herself drifting away.

She's content. Happy. She never thought she would get to this place in her life, but she's happy. She feels that if she spends the rest of her life doing what she does; catching the bad guys, and cuddling with Jay in her free time, she would be completely content to do that.

She feels his slow breaths beneath her; she feels the slow but steady beating of his heart.

She knows he won't take the first step. He's always let her be the one to set the pace to their relationship, and as a person in desperate need of some control, she's beyond grateful for that. But she loves him, and she's not going anywhere. Ever.

"We should get married," she murmurs, quietly, carefully.

She feels his breath stop and seconds later he moves to sit up. His eyes shine brightly with all the love he feels for her, and, for a while, he's rendered speechless. She feels her breathing normalize again. It's not a big flashy proposal. It's not a big pompous scene. But then again, if it were, it would not be them.

"I know you don't have much reason to believe in marriage," she continues. "You certainly had no reason to. Neither did I. For the first few years of my life, I thought love was a myth. But then Hank and Camille took me in, and I saw what a marriage could be." If only she can stop her heart from beating so erratically, maybe she can get the rest of this out. She takes a deep breath and continues.

"I wanted that. Since I was just a girl," she admits. "I didn't believe anyone would ever love me that way."

His hand finds hers, and their fingers intertwine like it's what they are meant to do. He opens his mouth to say something, but her finger on his lips stops him. He nods in understanding.

"But you do," she nods. "This, you and me? This is forever. I don't ever want to be with anyone else, Jay. I believe in us. I don't believe in much, but I do believe in us."

She gulps and looks at him, giving him permission to speak now. Her eyes scan him, searching for an answer. His lips slowly spread into a genuine smile. As always, her words reflect how he feels. He believes in them too.

"I thought you'd never ask," he murmurs and lets himself to be lost in the depth of her eyes and the warmth of her kiss. "I believe in us too."

And he would spend the rest of his life defying the odds, just to prove her how much.

"At least now, I don't have to ask Voight for permission," he ponders thoughtfully.

They're both lying in bed, their bodies warm and flush against each other. She's looking at him, her chin propped on his chest, and she chuckles at his statement.

"You should still ask him," she teases.

"Did you ask Will for my hand in marriage?" He questions and they both laugh at how ridiculous that sounds.

"What do you think he'll say?"

"He'll be happy that I'm happy," she assures him, and they leave it at that.

"We need to tell you something," she says to Hank, while Jay and her are both standing in his office. Jay looks a little scared and it's just one more thing she loves about him. The fact he cares so much about what Hank thinks about him and them, only proves how much he loves her and wants to get along with her family.

He raises his eyebrows but doesn't make any comment. He knew this day was coming since he found out they moved in together.

"What's up?"

"We're getting married." Erin has to give it to Jay, he says it with such confidence and his voice doesn't even tremble, but she does see his hand shaking just a bit. "We would like your blessing."

"Huh," is the first thing Hank says. "You got her to agree to that, you don't need my blessing." He smiles widely, ruffling Erin's hair when she pouts at him.

"For your information, it was my idea."

Hank exchanges a knowing glance with Jay and nods. "Well, then I believe congratulations are in order?"

And just like that, all is right with the world.