A/N: I do not own any of the proposals, or any of its characters. You know the drill.

P.S: sorry for my bad English but I'm French and this is my first time writing in English.

If they were two people Mr Gilbertson didn't expect to see again, it was the two standing in front of him.

Miss Tate and Mr. Paxton, to what do I own the pleasure? Let me guess, you're getting married! He said, laughing.

Ah ah aah, began Margaret. Actually, hum, that's precisely why we're here.

Mr. Gilbertson stopped laughing and looked at them in awe.

are you kidding me?

No sir, wouldn't dream of it. Look I know you're busy with all my other fellow immigrants, so, hum, why don't we just fasten things a little.

Well of course. Let me…fasten things for you. I don't know how much you offered him this time but…

Let me stop you right there. Margaret as nothing to do with this.

I have a little to do with it, mumbled Margaret.

Shish, said Andrew. The truth is, yes she blackmailed me into marrying her but that was before.

You mean three days ago?

Right, that's in the past. The very present past. Anyway, I love her, she loves me, we're getting married.

Pressing his eyes with his fingers, Mr. Gilbertson suppressed a laugh and looked at them.

alright, let's pretend, for one foolish minute, that I believe you, I already prepared the evacuation forms for Miss Tate.

Can't you just destroy them, proposed Margaret. Or not, she continued, seeing the look on his face. I was just saying.

The truth is, I kind of like you, well at least I like him, he added when he saw Margaret's face.

She gave him a fake smile.

so, here's what we are going to do. You spend time together, and you come back, in two weeks and pass the test. How about that?

Two weeks? Sounds terrific, said Andrew.

Great, perfect. Now, out of my office, please, please.

Margaret and Andrew got up and left Mr Gilberston's office both relieved and happy.

well, he took it…pretty well, said Andrew once they were outside.

Speak for yourself. I think he's got a crush on you, added Margaret.

Why not. I mean who wouldn't hey?

He saw that she wasn't really listening to his joke because she didn't shot back something. She was looking around her, a light smile on her face.

what is it? Do we have to go to the president now? Cause I'm getting kind of hungry.

Do you remember the last time we were here? She asked him.

Hum, yep. I just found out that I might spend the rest of my life in prison. One of the greatest moments of my life.

Right. But you asked me to do something remember? She said.

Oh, that. Yes I remember now. That was a great moment too, he answered, looking slightly nostalgic.

He thought of what he had asked her, to propose to him gently and then he saw the smile on her face and said:

oh, oh. No way.

Come on, I did it, didn't I?

Yes, and it was humiliating.

But that was before. Now you love me right? Right?

Right now I don't know why, but yes, he breathed.

So, ask me to marry you. Right there, on this very spot, she said, pointing the location where she had bended three days ago.

Come on, he pleaded.

Chicken.

Alright, he said.

Looking around, he reluctantly bent on his knees and, taking Margaret's left hand in his, he said:

Margaret Tate, sweet Margaret, would you please, cherry on top, marry me?

She didn't answer at first and he lost his smile. She looked more serious than before and when he dived into her eyes, he saw that she was moved.

I will, she simply responded.

Not in the mood to joke anymore, he got up and took her into a sweet embrace. Their lips met once, twice and then they kissed passionatetly, not caring about the people surrounding them. When they broke the kiss, they were both breathless. With her arms still around his neck, she smiled and said:

Now that this is done. How about grabbing something to eat and then, go to my place.

Am I finally to see something else than you're entrance?

Maybe. If you're nice.

Aren't I always?

She didn't say anything but shot him a bemused look. He laughed and followed her in the cab