We were on a vacation. Even before we moved in together, we made an effort to take a little time out every few months and get away together, even if it was just for a weekend. He usually surprised me with the trips and they were always a welcome break from everyday life and added a sense of companionship and excitement to our relationship.

The habit had started just after my eighteenth birthday. For a present, Scorpius took me on a weeklong trip to Greece. It was beautiful. I had just begun my internship at St. Mungo's and was in desperate need of a vacation. I was at the bottom of the hierarchy and everyone seemed to find it necessary to constantly remind me of the fact. I was getting right tired of working myself into the ground every day and receiving no appreciation for what I did. I explained to him how much I enjoyed myself and how the break had helped to keep me sane, and we continued having regular vacations together after that.

This time, he took me to an island that his parents had bought themselves as a wedding gift. It was a beautiful place, small in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. It had wards on it to prevent any detection by Muggles and we were blessedly alone for the week.

I had gotten home from a tough day at work to find the flat still dark. I entered and lit the living room and the kitchen before proceeding into the bedroom to change out of my work clothes before preparing some dinner for my boyfriend and myself. After dinner, we had plans to floo over to Carla's for dessert.

Carla had gotten married a little over a year before and had just given birth to her first child. She and her husband, Don had named Scor and me as godparents. It was an honor and we were thoroughly enjoying spending time with little Annabel. We spent a good amount of our time over at the house, making sure both Don and Carla got adequate amounts of sleep and leisure time.

I lit the bedroom and noticed a wrapped package on my bed. This was not uncommon. Scor would often buy me some little trinket and come home on his lunch break to leave it for me to find when I returned to the flat. It was always exciting for me and he enjoyed surprising me.

I reached over to unwrap the package and, as I did, a little book fell into my hands. It was a guidebook on Caribbean flora and fauna. I wrinkled my brow in confusion. This was a lot different from anything Scor had gotten me in the past. I flipped through the pages of the book and a little slip of pink paper fell out. I read the tidy script on the card, recognizing it as belonging to my boyfriend, Fancy a trip to the Caribbean, darling?

I smiled. This was just like Scor, to surprise me with a trip somewhere nice and warm. As I was standing there, I heard the front door to the flat open. Scor called out to me, "Babe? I am home."

I sprinted across the flat and threw myself into his arms, planting a huge kiss on lips, one he returned wholeheartedly. When we pulled apart, he grinned. "I assume this means you found my gift and are accepting it, then?"

I hit his shoulder lightly, exclaimed that of course I would love to go on a vacation to the Caribbean, and kissed him again.

We left the following morning. I had gotten a good job at a little rehabilitation facility and there were many other healers working there, so it was no problem for me to take a week off, even if it was last minute. We flooed to the sole house that occupied the island.

It was a wonderful week. The house was directly on the beach. We spent the time surfing, swimming, and taking long walks on the beach. It was wonderful to take a week off to practically live in my bikini and not have to worry about getting up to leave for work in the morning. We just lazed around and did as little as possible for the entire week.

Our last night there, we cooked dinner together and then, after eating, went out on the veranda to curl up in the hammock. We talked quietly and eventually our conversation turned to Annabel. Carla had flooed earlier that day, cheeks pink with excitement, to inform us that Annabel had rolled over by herself that morning.

I was giggling over how excited Carla was, when Scor put a hand on my stomach. He looked at me, his gray eyes serious in the fading light. "Love, do you want children?" he asked me.

I did not even have to think about it. "Yes," I answered truthfully. I then looked up at him, curiosity tingeing my tone, "Do you?"

He gazed at me and, just then, the insurmountable love in his eyes, it made me heart swell. "Yes." He answered and then, placing his hand at the back of my head, pulled my lips to his for the sweetest kiss I had ever received.

When we pulled apart, he reached in the pocket of his board shorts and pulled out a little black box. "Rose," he began, his serious eyes locked on my astonished ones, "will you do me the greatest honor of being my wife?"

I looked at him, a smile spreading across my features. I threw myself onto him, hugging him as tightly as I could, tears pouring down my face. "Of course I will marry you." I murmured into his ear.

He pulled me back so that he could see my face and kissed me again.

I did not think it was possible for me to get any happier or for my smile to get any wider even when I heard Carla's screech of joy when she saw my ring the next day.

We are going to have to start thinking about wedding dates, but first we have to tackle the informing of the parental units. It will be interesting, I am sure.

A/N: Many more of you have added this to your alerts or favorite story list without reviewing. If you want another chapter, you will review. I want seven reviews for the next chapter and I want them to have some substantial feedback. None of that "this is good" crap.

Also, question. It is not in my plan to add a chapter about informing the parents. I feel that it could add some humor to this fic but it was not in my original plans. If I add it, it will include the scene with informing both the sets of parents. Do you want it? If so, do you have any special requests for the scene with either of the sets of parents?