"I'd like one of those," I say, looking at the little girl swinging off the hand of her father as they walk past the cafe where Lex and I are sitting.

"Just one?" he asks, because this is a conversation that we've had before.

"Maybe a couple," I concede, sipping at my coffee.

Lex is smiling and I have to say, I am too. He's been busy the last two days, which is fine because this was a business trip, but it pretty much sucks to be in Paris with the man you love and not be able to spend time with him. So these few hours this afternoon are important to me.

He brushes my hair back from my face with a feather light touch.

"Then say you'll marry me," he says softly.

I almost drop my coffee. Lex sees the slight tremble in my hand and rescues the cup before I can do any damage to it or my clothes.

"Lex," I whisper, "did you just-"

"Yeah. Do I get an answer?"

Oh God, he's serious.

"I-I-" I shouldn't be blindsided by this. We've been together for four years.

"Chloe?"

"Can I think for a second?"

He looks a little surprised and I realize I may have snapped a little.

"I'm sorry," I say immediately, laying my hand on his cheek, "I just-I didn't expect this. Not now."

"I didn't plan on it, but I think it's time Chloe, don't you?" he looks so hopeful. If Lex ever looked innocent in his life it might be now.

I know he's right, but every thing's spinning around me and no-I'm going to start crying. Why am I crying? I don't know that I've said it aloud until Lex is kissing away my tears, even as they mingle with his.

"Chloe, I love you. I want to spend the rest of our lives together."

I'm still crying and he's still talking, "Do you want me to get down on one knee? Because I will," and he's out of his chair and down on his knee and now every one is staring at us and I can hear them whispering because they all know who he is, and by this time they know me too, if only as 'Lex Luthor's twinkie.'

"Marry me Chloe."

I love him. It's the only thought left in my mind and I throw myself into his arms and PDA and cameras be damned because he's kissing me.

It's later at the hotel when he tells me that he's been thinking about this for years now.

"I was ready to ask you right before your father died. I went to him and I asked him for your hand."

He's looking like he expects me to be mad at it, but it only makes me cry again, because I love him so much and because I miss my father and want to tell him that I'm marrying Lex. I'm just glad to know he was okay with it. I think I'd have been wondering all my life if Lex hadn't had that conversation with him.

Lex drys my tears again and crawl onto his lap.

"I love you so much Lex," I kiss him for what must be the hundredth time.

"Chloe, you know this isn't going to change much," he says seriously.

I look at him and I know that a ring on my finger won't stop the last minute cancellations, the disappointment and the all too frequent nights on my own. I'll still get more flowers with notes of apology than any woman in Kansas. But it also won't change the fact that we love each other. I tell him that last part and he smiles at me.

"No it won't," he agrees.

The phone rings, proving that nothing has changed, and he lifts me off him to take the call in the other room.

Alone, I stare at the ring he placed on my finger just minutes before. I know that I'm just as unbreakable as that diamond, so I can handle this marriage.