Inspired by an anonymous prompt on Tumblr.

I Stare at my Reflection (And It's You and Me I See)

"I got it. I got it."

"You sure, babe? You already said that the last three times."

Jake teases but Amy doesn't pay attention to his comment. She doesn't even bother to answer him. Instead, she keeps her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and their reflection in the camera. Jake amusedly shakes his head as he watches her do – how she tries her best to keep the thumb that's hovering over the button steady and the way she frowns in full concentration.

A dreamy smile forms upon his own face. This is his future wife he's looking at.

"Okay. I'm ready."

Amy's confident voice takes him out of his contemplation as she scoots closer to him – so close that she bumps her shoulder against him and presses her head against his, completely invading his personal space. Jake doesn't even have the time to turn his head back to the camera that a thump followed with a curse and a burst of laughter startles him. She let his phone fall on the table.

"Okay. Let me do this." He grabs the device before she can, letting out a small chuckle himself. "Drunken Amy clearly turned clumsy tonight."

Amy pouts in disappointment but he chases it away with a quick kiss. It immediately brings back some light on her face.

They've been at it for a good five minutes now – trying to take a good engagement picture, an idea the slightly drunk woman got to break the news to their families. But what should have been a simple task soon turned into a real challenge with Amy being incapable of seating still. She ended up blurry in all the shots they already took.

She couldn't help but turn her head towards Jake at the last minute every time, watching him dreamily and giggling blissfully with her gaze stuck on him.

("What?" Jake asked when he looked back at her the first time and saw the glint in her shining eyes, the same fond beam lighting up his own features.

"We're engaged!" she exclaimed and he laughed along with her, the simple thought of it making him giddy.)

In hindsight, they probably should have waited until they're home and sober to do it.

(Should have waited until the excitement of the proposal has drained off their bodies a little as well.)

Jake brings the phone back in front of their faces after grabbing it. He pauses for a beat, staring at their reflection inside the screen. His arm is circling her shoulders to keep her close and her head is comfortably settled in the crook of his neck, leaning even closer against his side. She's smiling; the sight of the two of them in front of him makes his heart jump in happiness in his chest.

This is quite a simple image of a couple in love, but it's an image he'll get to see for the rest of his life – an image of what their future is going to look like. The two of them together as one, forever and always.

"Ready?" He forces his eyes away from their reflection to truly look at her, softly pressing his lips on the top of her head as he does so. She nods in return and her smile broadens into a grin.

Seeing as Amy doesn't seem willing to move from her comfortable spot this time, Jake is about to click on the button when she buries her face into his neck without a warning. She kisses him there before she lets out another giggle. Of course he misses his shot, startled by the unexpected (good) feeling of Amy's lips against his skin and the shivers her laughter sends down his spine.

She mocks as she eventually looks up to watch the picture – it's just as blurry as the previous ones.

"See? You're just as bad at this!" She shoots him a victorious grin.

"It would have been a good one if you didn't try to distract me!" Jake wants to defend himself with a pout but it doesn't seem to work on his fiancée.

He can't act mad for too long, then – not when Amy is looking at him with literal stars shining inside her eyes and her laughter is once again filling the air, rising above the other patrons' drunken conversations. He makes me laugh, the words from a previous night, a night where some made-up persona had also supposedly just proposed to the character she herself played strikes back into his mind. The reason she said why he was the one – the genuine confession that crossed the line between a fantasy world and reality and made him kiss her, for the first time as Jake himself, back in the evidence locker later that evening. The same place he proposed to Amy a few hours ago.

For realz this time.

Jake swears he's falling a little bit more in love with her as he watches her in awe. She keeps laughing and laughing and all he can think about is that this brilliant, amazing, wonderful woman just agreed to marry him.

He must be the luckiest person on Earth for having someone like her to spend the rest of his life with. His best friend and soulmate. His partner in everything.

"I love you so much," Jake lets out the words that have been going on on a loop in his mind in a whisper. It makes Amy suddenly stop and stare back at him – a fond smile spreads on her features at the words.

"I love you so much too," she doesn't wait to repeat. She leans over and softly presses her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad we're getting married."

"Me too."

(In the end, they agree to forget about the picture for now and simply enjoy their night of celebrations. It's only on the next day that they immortalize the event, in the intimacy of their apartment and with clearer minds. They're both grinning widely at the camera as Jake takes the picture on the first try, with their faces glowing as brightly as the small ring on Amy's finger she so proudly shows off in front of the small screen.)

(It immediately becomes each other's contact image in their respective phones.)