For people who have asked, I've decided to set this story 3 years after Will You (Its not necessary that you read it but if you want to know how Meg and Michael ended up together I would suggest it.) For story purposes, Meg is 18 and Michael is 23.

Meg looked out the window as Michael drove through town. Turning towards him, she said

"So where are we going tonight?"

"Its a surprise."

A few minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot for The Tavern, a new restaurant that had opened a few weeks ago. He parked the car and turned to her.

"I heard from someone at the studio that this place is pretty good."

"All right."

He opened his the door and climbed out of the car. Walking around to her side, he opened the door and held out his hand. Meg took it and he helped her out. Slowly they made their way across the lot and to the front door. Michael opened the door and she stepped inside. A man was standing by the door.

"Welcome to the Tavern." He said, "May I take your coats."

Michael helped Meg off with her coat and handed it to the man, Then he slipped his off and handed it to the man.

"Have a wonderful evening."

"Thank you." Michael said, taking Meg's hand.

They walked down a long red carpet to where another man stood.

"Welcome to The Tavern. Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, under Brooks." Michael said

The man checked a list.

"Yes sir. Please follow me."

He picked up two menus and walked into the restaurant with Meg and Michael following behind. The man led them to a table in the corner. Michael pulled out Meg's chair and she sat down. He walked around to his side and took a seat. The man handed them menus and said

"You server will be with you in a few minutes. Enjoy your evening."

"Thank you." Michael said, as the man walked away.

During dinner, Meg couldn't help but notice that Michael seemed nervous. He kept looking around the restaurant or at his plate but never at her. When he would look at her, she could tell there was something he wanted to say. He would start to but nothing came out. Finally Meg reached across the table, taking his hand in hers.

"Michael are you all right?"

"I'm fine." He said looking at her, "Why?"

"You seem…distracted."

Michael was about to say something when the waiter walked over.

"Can I get either of you anything else?"

"Just the check please." Michael said

"Very well sir."

The waiter walked away. Meg started to say something but the waiter returned, setting the check on the table. Michael picked it up and said

"Are you ready to go?"

"All right."

They stood slowly and made their way through the restaurant. Michael paid the bill and they made their way over to collect their coats. Michael helped her put her on, then slipped on his. Pushing open the door, he waited until she walked outside, then followed her.

As they stepped outside, Michael slipped his arm around her.

"Meg…I…"

She looked up at him.

"Yes?"

"Never mind." He said, "We should get going."

He led her over to the car and opened the door. She slipped inside and he closed the door. She watched as he walked around to his side, opened the door and climbed into the car. Starting the car, he pulled out of the lot.

As they drove through town, Meg stared out the window. After a few minutes, she turned to Michael

"Are you sure everything is all right?"

"Everything is fine Meg." He said, as he turned down a street.

Meg looked out the window as they pulled up in front of a house. Michael opened his door, climbed out and walked around to her side of the car. He opened her door and helped her out.

Looking around, she saw they were standing in front of the same house that Michael had brought her to when they started dating. She knew it was the house that he grew up in and still owned. However this was the first time he had brought her back there since that night.

"Michael what are we doing here?"

Without speaking, he led her up the sidewalk to the door. Pulling out a set of keys, he unlocked the door. She started to step inside when he stopped her.

"Let me check things out first. It will just take a minute."

He stepped inside. Meg wrapped her around herself, waiting for him to come back. He returned a few minutes later, opening the door. She stepped inside and he took her hand.

He led her down the hall towards the living room. As they walked into the room, Meg gasped. The entire room was filled with candles and flowers. Turning to him, she said

"Michael, what…"

He led her into the center of room. Turning to her, he said

"Meg, you are the best thing that ever happened to me." He said, slowly getting down on one knee, " Which is why tonight I ask you. Meg Pryor to please be my wife."

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the small box and opened it, revealing the diamond ring. Meg stared at him, unable to speak. Slowly he got up, taking her hand in his.

"Meg I can't imagine my life without you in it." He whispered, "Please say you'll marry me."

"Yes." She whispered, "Yes I'll marry you."

Michael slipped the ring on her finger. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against hers. Pulling back, he whispered

"I love you Meg."

"And I love you."