Written for Bella.
3. Bella and Harry.
"Have I told you that you look beautiful tonight?" A dark haired man gazed across the table as he stood.
Bella blushed a deep crimson. "That's the fifth time, yes."
"Shall we go for a walk?" Harry smiled as he held out his arm for Bella to slip her arm around his elbow.
When she had done so, they left the crowded restaurant to walk along the boardwalk, the sounds of the ocean surrounding them. For a long while, they walked in comfortable silence until Harry stopped and took Bella's hands in his own.
"Bella, when was the last time I told you that I love you?" he looked deep into her eyes.
"This morning, when I bought you coffee? Why?"
With one hand he reached into his pocket to produce a small velvet box. "We've been together for a while now. We've been through so much together; overcome so many obstacles. I can't imagine my life with anyone else. Bella," he paused as he knelt down on one knee. "Will you do the honor of becoming my wife?"
