This has been a long awaited chapter. And I'm so sorry that it took so long… My excuses are nothing but excuses and mean nothing in the world of fanfiction, even though you all get that summer started and I was too busy ridin' with top down and drinkin' at bonfires to pay attention to my fans in dire need of my insight into Peter's fucked up brain… Anyways,

On with it,

It had been a long 4 months, a long time to fall in love with the beautiful woman curled into my side. A long time to memorize every bounce and sway of her body when she was happy, sad, mad, or just being playful. I knew Isabella was the best thing that could ever have sashayed into my life. Her aura was enough to make even the best of a man get giddy with hope she was his. I could only just bare the looks she received from everyone with minimal pummeling of those who dare make comments. I knew this woman like I knew myself, maybe even better. I loved her more than I had ever loved anyone, even my family. This one woman rocked my whole world; she made it impossible to love another. I want her to be mine forever, but we've only just begun our relationship. We've only just begun to contemplate a forever together. If only I had the guts to do what I wanted… I just wanted her, which was for sure… I wanted her, all of her; her kids, her pets, and her family. I wanted it all to be mine. Dammit. I'm gonna ask her to marry me.

I POV.

We drove down the road in my 2011 Ford, hightailin' it to the pond for our only day off this month. This summer had been a hectic one for the bar. A lot of drunks, a lot of sober idiots, a lot of fights, and a lot of cops running people out. It seemed everyone only wanted trouble now.

The upside to this whole dent in my hide was the fact that Peter and I were doing wonderful together. The ranch was doing great, and money was coming in good. So, today was Peter and I's day alone. We hadn't had any 'adult time' except for in the bedroom. No, we haven't gone that far, but he's still amazing at the base we're staggering on now. He's a wonderful man, and that shows in bed.

I think he wants to talk to me, because he's been kinda nervous and jittery, and he gets this kinda twitch to his knee when he's sitting and he's excited about something. I wonder what could be up with him.

We had arrived at the pond and it only took minutes before we were bound for the middle of the lake, rods beside us in the boat. I was in a bikini top and my cut offs, my boots left at the shore. Peter was, of course, shirtless and in darkwash jeans that hugged just right to his hips. We stayed there for hours, talking and laughing and even pushing and pulling each other off the boat. By the time we runturned to the shore, we had a bucket of fish and were soaked. I shed my shorts to lay them in the setting sun to dry.

We lay in the fallen leaves that reminded us of the impending season, watching the stars swirl together as our eyes blurred with sleep. When, suddenly, he turned to me.

"Isabella, I've never wanted to ask anybody this more in my life. I've never wanted to be with someone so much that it seriously hurt to be away." He propped himself up, while unclenching his fist; then he continued. "Isabella Whitlock, Will you marry me?"

I froze. I don't know why. My heart said yes, but my brain couldn't will my mouth to say the word. Fuck. He had a tear in his eyes. I nodded.

"Izzy, you have to voice it." He sighed. "I need to hear your beautiful voice tell me that it's a yes. Please." He sounded desperate.

"Yes," My voice finally croaked, but it didn't sound like my voice at all. It sounded scratchy and pained. I cleared my throat. "Yes, Peter. Marry Me."

He pulled me to him, locking our lips and turning onto his back. I straddled his hips, clenching his shoulders in the quick movement of flipping. The kiss was slow, passionate, heating and heating until it was ready to boil over. I knew he was waiting on me, but I was waiting on him to initiate further action. I grew restless, the passion growing short on what I needed. I ran my tongue along the crease of his lips, begging for more. He allowed my tongue to slip into his mouth, allowed me a sweet taste of the best before pulling away.

"Let's get back and tell them the great news, baby." He jumped up.

I groaned, loudly. "Must we?"

"Yes!" He pulled me up and threw me over his shoulder, giddy with laughter and amazement. In his hurry, we left our stuff at the pond. I laughed at his pissed off expression as he turned around to go get it. When we got there, I unbuckled my seat belt but his hand stopped mine. "Stay. I'll get it." He rushed into the field as I watched from the windshield. I couldn't stop giggling as he groaned at how far everything was scattered. "Dammit, Iz, I swear you do this just to annoy me."

"Always, Peter!" I grinned as he threw everything into the bed and kissed his lips softly, "Sorry baby."

He rushed towards the bar, knowing Jasper, Jeni, and the crew would be there. He was pushing 90 down the roads and I was getting a little freaked. He slowed as we got closer to town, but not by much, still rushing to make the 'big news' know. When we arrived, he stopped my hands from the door again and jumped out. He slammed his door and was, in an instant, around to mine. He pulled me out and into his arms, carrying me into Whitlock Manor, my bar.

Everyone looked away from the game, and gave us quizzical looks.

"We're getting married!"