Disclaimer: I have zip, zilch, zero to do with Full House. All I have is Debbie.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I have no idea how long this story's going to get—it might take a while.
"So, Danny, I really like your family. Joey does great impressions! And you're so funny, too," Deborah said as the waitress set down the desserts.
"Thanks," Danny said, slightly embarrassed. He lifted his dessert spoon and, looking at his large banana split sundae, said, "This looks delicious! Well, dig in!"
Deborah agreed. "It's great." She spooned another dollop and laughed. "I used to be a very messy ice cream eater," she reminisced, a vacant look in her eyes. "I'd eat straight out of the cartons and get ice cream all over my clothes…"
Deborah kept talking, but Danny stopped listening when he spotted a silver object in her spoonful of ice cream. "Debbie," he interrupted, "do you think—well—I could try some of your sundae? I just want to see which kind is better, for the next time I come here." He blushed at his lame excuse.
"Sure," replied Deborah, looking a little surprised. She handed him her spoon, and he said, "Thanks." Then Danny adopted the same look he had when he discovered he'd lost the ring and exclaimed, "Is that Todd Masters over there? At the large table?"
Debbie turned around. "Where?"
Danny, taking advantage of her distraction, quickly snatched the ring out of the spoonful of ice cream, and was able to get it safely in his pocket before Deborah turned back around. "Oh, I thought I saw him there. Here you go." He handed back her spoon, but she looked confused. "Danny, didn't you want to try my ice cream?"
Danny suddenly realized he hadn't even eaten the spoonful of ice cream and said, "Oh, how silly of me! I got caught up in looking for celebrities and didn't even sample your sundae." He ate the ice cream quickly and nodded with approval. "Good."
"Good thinking, Steph!" D.J. congratulated her sister happily as they drove home. "Someone's bound to find the ring. But it was all muddy! What if Debbie actually eats it first?"
"Well, let's just hope Dad discovers it before she does," Stephanie said. They were all still mud-spattered and wet—Michelle's jeans were still dripping with muddy water—but the three sisters felt satisfied as they entered the house.
"Girls! Why are you so muddy?" Joey cried as he ran to retrieve some bath towels. "Where have you been?"
Bit by bit the girls recounted their ring mishap to Joey, who was trying to hold in his chuckles. "You must have had fun in the world's smallest pool!" He said.
"Danny, are you all right?" Deborah asked as he opened the car door for her. "You seem a bit tense."
"What? Oh, not me, I'm Mr. Cool. Yep, I'm not nervous about anything. And why would I be?" Danny babbled, laughing nervously.
"If you say so," Deborah consented. Danny walked her through the downpour to her house and they paused at her front door.
"Debbie—" Danny hesitated. "I need to talk to you."
Deborah nodded. "Then why don't we go inside? We'll get all wet if we stay out here." She dug into her pockets for her keys.
Danny stopped her. "No, it's urgent." He took several deep breaths and said, "Debbie, I feel like a new person when you're around. We've been dating for over a year, and even though you were reluctant to meet my family until recently, you really like them." He let out his breath. "I love you, and you're great. I feel as though I could live forever and not be angry with you once." Danny slowly knelt down on one knee. "Deborah Jennings, will you marry me?"
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! TBC