Disclaimer: I don't own ER…yeah, I really don't.

Author's note: Sorry that this took so long to get up…

Arianne woke up that Thanksgiving morning and first thing she did was check out her left ring finger. That wonderful symbol of Shane's love was right there, tangible and real. She held it out in front of her and let the dawn's light play with it. The light refracted on everything in the room, including her formal gown draped over a chair the corner.

There was a knock at her door and instinctively, Arianne pulled the covers up even though she had on a tee and flannel pants.

"Come in."

"Hey, Beautiful." Shane said as he opened the door, a breakfast tray in his hands

"Oh, hi."

"That's all I get? I bring you breakfast and I get an 'Oh, hi'?"

"Sorry. Thank you, my gallant knight in shining armor."

"You're welcome, milady." Shane said, setting the tray down on the nightstand by the bed.

"So how did you sleep?"

"I didn't.  Just kept thinking of you."

"I can't believe that we are actually getting married, ya know?"

"Arianne Grace Cater, I love you more, more that I thought I could ever love a person."

Arianne moved over to the far side of the full sized bed and peeled back the comforter. She patted the side that she had vacated, wanting Shane to be near her. Shane sat down on the bed, and put the covers over himself. Arianne breathed deep and put her head on his shoulder.

"Shane, I don't know about it all."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It's like, wow. This whole time I've meet you, I've been just content with everything."

"So how are we going to tell everyone?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe I should just wear it and not say anything. You know, let them figure it out."

"I guess so."

"I change my mind."

"About marrying me?" Shane asked, a note of panic ringing in his voice

"No! I mean about a long engagement. I don't want to wait to become your wife."

"Too bad it's Thanksgiving."

"Why is that…?"

"Because if you wanted to, you can get dressed in the gown you bought yesterday, and me and you can go the city hall and get married there."

"Well everything is open tomorrow, you know."

"I thought that you wanted a big wedding and all that."

"What matters is that, well, we're together. We live in the same apartment complex and all that, so we're never that far apart. I love you, and we should get married the way that we both want to."

"I don't want you to regret anything about our wedding day."

"I would have no reason to regret anything because I am marrying the love of my life and that is the end of that Mr. Ross."

'Miss Carter, you are quite the woman."

"I am, am I?"

"Yes you are. You are the type of woman that novels are made of."

"Well, then you should be thankful that I'm going to be your wife." she said, a smile playing with her lips

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Arianne and Shane made their way down the stairs eventually, and when they got down a wave of delicious smells hit them. Shane walked into the living room where Carter and Doug where, while Arianne went to the kitchen to help her soon to be mother in law. 

"Hey, Carol. Do you need any help?"

"Sure, you can get the pie crust out of the fridge."

"Right on it. What kind of pie are you making?"

"Apple." Carol said as Arianne set the curst next to where Carol was working.

When she set it down, she made sure that Carol was on her left side so that she could see the ring that she had received only hours earlier.  Carol, once she has spotted the heart shaped diamond, yelled "Carter!"

John in the other room was thrown into some sort of time warp. Just like the good old days when she would do that when something had happen. Getting up with swiftness, he ran into the kitchen. Once there he was met with Carol holding Arianne's hand, and Arianne with one of the smiles that made her look like Susan.

"Umm…Poppa, I'm getting married."

John, for a second seemed to lose it for a moment, but really, he was remembering when he asked Susan to marry him. She glowed just like Arianne was glowing now. Arianne always seemed to emulate her mother, even though she ever knew her, and it always blew John away.

"Arianne, that's wonderful. I'm so happy for you."

"Welcome to the family, Arianne." Carol put in