A/N: I honestly had given up on this story long ago, but recently I've had some inspiration. There will be more to come on all of my stories. Read happy everyone. Thanks for those who are still reading.

Blog 10

Age: 26

It was a cold December night, and Spence and I were cuddled up in front of the fire place. With my arms wrapped up around her, and her weight completely against me it was my favorite place. Our bodies intertwined and I wasn't entirely confident in where hers started and mine ended. We just became one when we were close. With my face buried in her hair, I'd close my eyes just to take a deep breath and the smell of lavender overwhelmed my mind. Making me remember all the times I've spent sleeping in the crook of her neck just to have that very scent in my mind. I swear I'll never smell anything else as sweet as long as I live. I'd never forget it.

"I have a gift for you," I said, getting up slightly.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, gaining curiosity with every moment that passed. "But it's not even Christmas yet."

"I know. You get one gift early," I smiled. "It's under the tree if you want to grab it and unwrap."

She started to frown, "But I don't have an early gift for you."

"Trust me Spence, it's a gift for both of us. Just grab it. It's the one in green wrapping paper," I said, pointing to a small box under the tree.

She crawled over like a small kid to grab it. As she crawled back into my arms, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of what was about to come.

"Well? Don't just stare at it. I know I can't wrap presents, but at least open it."

She let out a little chuckle and began to tear it apart. No, really. She literally tore it apart.

I watched her open the box, and right there in her hands was a beautiful white gold ring, with a blue diamond ring. She had once mentioned how beautiful she thought they were, and I never forgot.

"Will you marry me?" I asked, as she looked up at me.

Trying to hold back tears, she placed her forehead against mine, and whispered "Yes. I was born to marry you Ashley Davies."

"So what date would you like to set?" Spencer asked.

"Uhm...I honestly thought you'd do that part," I replied.

It had been two weeks since I asked Spencer to marry me, and she already couldn't handle planning it.

"I know you said you wanted me to do the planning and everything, but you don't even want to help me set a date?"

"I mean look Spence, you know I'm not a conventional person. The big wedding thing is for you. We could go to Vegas right now and I'd be cool with that."

She was starting to get frustrated. "So you're telling me that you don't even care about this wedding?!"

I grabbed her hands and placed them gently in mine in an attempt to calm her down. "No Spence. That's not what I'm saying. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But me, personally, I don't need to make that commitment in a church or before God or before our family and friends. The only person I want to make that commitment to is you. So yeah, the wedding date doesn't matter to me because the way I see it, we've been married for years now. We just never made it legal." I winked at her, hoping to evoke a smile.

She let out a huge sigh. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I'm doing that stereotypical bride thing and I'm going nuts."

I laughed, "Yeah you are."

She proceeded to punch me in the arm, which I definitely deserved.

"Ass," she said.

"Hey, at least I made you laugh."

"That you did Ashley Davies. That you did," she said smiling up at me as I pulled her into my chest.

"I promise you Spence, our wedding will be perfect and amazing. I want you to have and do whatever you want for it. The only thing I ask from you is that you don't let it ruin us in the mean time. Don't let it stress you out and take over your life."

She leaned up and kissed me, slowly. She knew every time. She knew to linger there for a moment and it would make me melt. Make me lose my train of thought and make me forget what we were even talking about. It would make time stop, and then just like it began it'd end. And the moment would be lost once more. Just the shadow of her touch remained.