March 3rd, 2003

Living together was amazing. Not many of Pratt's habits were bothering Jing-Mei and not many of hers was bothering him. It was so nice to go to sleep in each other's arms and then wake up to each other. What else could be better than this?

"Greg, are you going to make dinner or am I? I can make some of my chicken or something else if you want that." Jing-Mei stood beside the couch looking at him. He looked up at her and smiled.

"I wanna marry you, Jing-Mei." Pratt said to her. The colour drained from Jing-Mei's face. Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt slightly dizzy. He wanted to marry her? Oh god. They hadn't been dating for that long, but marriage? Sure she had always wanted to get married to the perfect guy and Pratt felt like the perfect guy in her opinion. They did love each other. What was wrong with them marrying each other then? Pratt started to laugh loudly; "You should have seen the look on your face."

"Wh-What?" Jing-Mei stuttered.

"The look on your face. It was priceless." Pratt snickered. He narrowed his eyes slightly, "You knew I was joking right?"

"Pfft! Yeah I'm not an idiot. Funny joke, Pratt." Jing-Mei mumbled and walked ito the kitchen. Pratt watched her leave.

"You thought I was serious." He said as he got up. She shook her head.

"No. Of course I knew you were joking. It was a really funny joke." She said, "Want some chicken?" Pratt shook his head.

"No. I want to talk to you." He said. Jing-Mei looked at Pratt.

"About what?" She said hoarsely.

"You did want me to propose." He said. Jing-Mei shook her head. Okay, so for a split second there she did want him to. Her lip trembled slightly. Pratt sighed softly as he gathered her into his arms, "I'm so sorry. I thought would have known I was joking."

"I'm fine, Greg. Really." Jing-Mei whispered as she rested her head on his shoulder. He rubbed her back; "It's not like…"

"I never thought you wanted to get married, Jing-Mei." He said.

"I should have known you weren't the type to marry." Jing-Mei said, "I got my hopes up for a second." Pratt looked at her.

"I'm not the type to get married? Where the hell did you get that idea?" He asked her with a very large frown, "Of course I want to get married. I'm excited to get married. I want to live in a white two-story house with a brand new car sitting in the driveway. I want four kids, two boys and two girls." Jing-Mei smiled.

"You do?" She asked softly.

"Yeah. I want everything I didn't have when I was growing up." He said, "I want all of that with you." She blushed softly.

"R-Really?" Jing-Mei asked him, sort of in shock. Pratt chuckled softly.

"Yes." He said, "When you're ready to take that step or at least want to start thinking about it, let me know okay?" Jing-Mei nodded.

"I will be sure to tell you." She chuckled softly as she tucked her hair behind her ears, "Well…What if I was ready now?" Pratt looked at her and then nodded very slowly.

"Then you'd tell me and then I could start saving up for an amazing engagement ring that would weigh your finger down and start thinking up of a great way to propose to you and you could tell all our children the wonderful way their daddy proposed to you." Pratt said. Jing-Mei chuckled.

"All right then. Chicken or spaghetti?" Jing-Mei asked him.

"Chicken, please." Pratt said watching her move to the fridge. At that very moment he would start saving for an engagement ring. She clearly wanted to get married and even if they got engaged this year, they didn't have to get married anytime soon.

March 17th, 2003

Pratt stood on the doorsteps shoveling the new snow off of them. Suddenly, he felt a snowball pelt his back. He turned around to see Jing-Mei laughing.

"What was that?" Pratt laughed as he scooped up some snow.

"Some snow." She giggled as she ducked behind a tree.

"Oh, so you're going to be like that." Pratt threw the snowball.

"Missed." Jing-Mei said throwing one at him. It hit him directly on his forehead. He grunted and stumbled back.

"This means war." Pratt chuckled grabbing the shovel.

"Oh god." Jing-Mei laughed as she bolted toward the backyard. Pratt followed her with a shovel full of snow. She turned around. "Please don't…If you love me, don't do it." She giggled.

"Oh I do love you." Pratt said.

"Then don't!!" Jing-Mei laughed ducking behind the garage. Pratt tiptoed towards her.

"Oh I will." Pratt flung the snow at her and Jing-Mei fell to the ground covered in snow. Pratt burst out laughing watching her.

"It's not funny!!" Jing-Mei jumped up as she got the snow off of her, "God!! I'm so cold!" Pratt snickered.

"Good." He winked.

"Pay backs a bitch." Jing-Mei ran and pushed him to the ground. He pulled her down with him. Jing-Mei poured snow onto his head. He growled and flipped her over so he was on top of her.

"Hello down there." Pratt smiled. So, they both were cold, but this was fun. Jing-Mei struggled.

"I'm freezing and wet." She giggled.

"Me too." Pratt said, "How about we go inside and start a fire?"

"Sounds good."

* * *

The fire crackled in front of them. Their clothes dried across the couch. Naked Jing-Mei lay in Pratt's arms as he read from one of their favourite plays, Romeo and Juliet.

"She speaks!, I speak again, bright angel. For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head. As is a winged messenger of Heaven unto the white upturned wondering eyes of mortal that fall back to gaze on him." Pratt read. Jing-Mei smiled with happiness. She loved it when he read to her.

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore are thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet." Jing-Mei sighed softly, "I love this play."

"I know you do." Pratt chuckled as he closed the book. "There's something about Shakespeare that makes your eyes twinkle."

"I don't know what it is. He's so fantastic." Jing-Mei smiled.

"Anything by Shakespeare and Dante's Inferno…God, I love them." Pratt hugged her tighter. Jing-Mei smiled.

"It's so nice to hear my boyfriend is well read." She said. "And it's really nice to be reading this while naked."

"Do you like plays?" Pratt asked. Jing-Mei nodded.

"Yeah, I love them. I haven't gone to one in a while though." She said glancing at him, "Don't tell me you like plays too." Pratt chuckled and nodded.

"I do. There is going to be a Romeo and Juliet play down town in a month or so I don't remember, at the Civic Center. If you want to go, we may go." Pratt said. Jing-Mei grinned brightly.

"OH yes!" She clapped her hands. "Please! That would be great. We can get all dressed up, have dinner, and just make a night out of it." Pratt chuckled softly. He loved seeing this sparkle in her eyes. He loved seeing her so happy. He couldn't wait to see her reaction when they went to the play and his plan was being started.