A/N: hey, guys! So, this is the last chapter of Lightweight!

SO sorry I haven't upload in ages, again. I've had MAJOR writer's block (I suck at ending's), and my computer is worse than ever, ugh.

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Chapter Twenty

I had just finished helping Amy pack all of her things. Her room was full of boxes. She insists we bring her dresser and bed. She doesn't want anything new, so I have hired a moving company to take her things, while I run with her.

"Well, should we go now, or..?" she asked, looking around.

"Whenever you're ready, beautiful."

She wasn't facing me, but I knew she was smiling. Her head slightly tilted down. She turned around, biting her smiling lip.

At a loss of words, I walked over to her, placing my lips on hers.

Our lips molded perfectly together, our tongues dancing together. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her as close as possible. I felt her arms around my neck, as her lips turned into a smile.

I pulled away, smiling. I would have complimented her, but I had absolutely no words to use. Every word wasn't good enough; it was almost a disgrace.

There was no words to describe Amy Rose's beauty.

She was wearing a little white tank top with gray sweat pants, and white sandals. She had no makeup on and she hadn't done anything with her hair. She was gorgeous.

Amy, who was still smiling, picked up a box and headed for the stairs. I quickly ran in front of her, stopping her. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Downstairs? I have to put these boxes in the tr-"

"You don't have to do anything," I took the box. The boxes were heavy, and she might hurt herself somehow. "Relax, Ames, I can do it for you," I smiled.

She shook her head, "fine, but I'm not letting you do anything."

"Take the little boxes," I told her.

"There are no little boxes!"

I chuckled, setting the box down. I took a little blue box out from my pocket and set it in her hands. "Well, there's little box."

She stated at the little, square, blue velvet box sitting in the palm of her hand.

"What is this?" she asked, looking up at me. Her face was blank, and, if I didn't know any better, I'd say she sounded mad.

"It's a... box. If you don't want it I can -"

"No!" she shouted, taking a step back.

Her eyes want back down to the box. She bit her lip, and I could hear her take in a deep breath. She knew what it was.

She slowly opened the box. Her eyes widened, and her smile grew.

"Amy.." I began, kneeling in front of her.

She pressed her lips together as her eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

"I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. I know I haven't been that great to you in the past, but I promise that's all in the past. I promise you I will protect you, and never let anything hurt you. I want to love you forever, and spend the rest of my life with you. Amy Rose... Will you make me the happiest hedgehog in the universe, and marry me?"

She started waving her hands in front of her face, trying to dry her tears, I think.

"OH MY GOSH," she said, putting her hands over her face. She let out a little squeal "YES! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! A million times yes!"

I stood up, taking the ring out of the box, sliding it on her left ring finger.

She was staring at it, biting her lip.

There was a pink diamond rock placed on a whitened gold band, with two diamonds, just over half the size of the pink diamond, on each side. It was pretty, but it wasn't anywhere near as pretty as Amy.

"Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" she whispered. I frowned. I picked her up, and set her down in front of the mirror in the hallway. "This... Is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I said, showing her her reflection.

She blushed. "I love you, Sonic!" she jumped on me; giving me a big hug.

"I love you more, Mrs. Amy the hedgehog," I whispered, before kissing her.

She was finally, officially mine. Nothing would ever change that.