"Elizabeth, I know we've been dating for less than 5 months, but I've known you for what feels like forever. And honestly, I don't know much about love, but I do know this: I love you. And the thought of not being with you for the rest of my life scares me worse than any Wraith attack ever could. You keep my grounded. Sane, even.
And I know we can't do it quite the legal way I'd hoped to, but I'm sure the Athosians have some sort of ritual or something comparable. That doesn't even matter though, as long as WE know it and it's binding to us." Rodney realized he was rambling and quickly stopped, clearing his throat. "I guess what I want to say is… Elizabeth Weir, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Rodney looked at himself in the mirror for a minute, and then nodded decisively.
He made his way to her office and shut the door behind him. No time like the present.
"Elizabeth, I have something important I'd like to ask you…"