A/N: Okay here's Chappy 2! Woohoo! Once again Read and Review!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Mediator books, or it's characters. The only things I do own is my copy of The Mediator book, my library card, and as my friend JayeBlack say "my plot bunny").

Nothing. I don't even know what I would have said, honestly I was furious with him and when he spoke to me in Spanish my heart leached because I knew the way I was treating him was terrible. He was always sweet to me and I knew that he was just protecting me from making a mistake. The only thing was, if he was going to pop the question then why was he so concerned I tempted him? But it didn't matter any more.

The last thing I remember is that I jumped in his arms. I was crying now. Hard. More like bawling. My tears soaked into his white shirt.

Then he pulled me away from him for the second time that night.

"Susannah, are your tears ones of joy, or sadness?" Jesse's voice was back to normal, although I could see the sadness in his dark pooled eyes.

"Joy!" I choked out, "and of course I'll marry you!"

That's when he scooped me and Doc opened the door. At that moment I was stricken with embarrassment because my whole family (meaning my mom, stepfather, and stepbrothers) was watching me bawl my eyes out, instead of sleeping like I thought they were.

I dried my tears right away and we went inside for about ten minutes. Then my mother said, "Why don't you too go get some dinner, you must be hungry"

I was so relieved to hear her say that because I wanted a moment alone with my new fiancee to tell him how much I was sorry.

Jesse drove me to the Pebble Beach Restraint, he's so sweet, I though. It is the most expensive restraint in Carmel. I knew this because I worked at the hotel it was hooked to for one of my summer jobs.

Jesse pulled out my chair to seat me.

"Jesse, I'm so sorry for the way I treated you…" I started.

But Jesse's finger was pressed up against my lips, making the 'hush' motion.

"Qurieda, there is no need for you to be sorry, you just wanted me to prove that I still love you." He continued "And I did, but in a different way. Susannah, I will always love you!"

It was strange, even though I never thought about it, it was exactly what I how I felt. I wanted him to prove he still loved me. It was like he was reading my mind. I now knew that he still loved me. Thoughts flooded my mind concerning our wedding plans. I was suddenly all giggly and jittery. It was so strange, I hadn't felt that was since- since, well, I saw Jesse the night of our first high school dance together, I thought.

"Exactly" was all I could muscle out.

Jesse smiled and my heart melted again. My heart had melted so many times that night, I was surprised I didn't have a puddle sloshing around in there.

For the rest of the night Jesse and I talked by candlelight. Our conversation was so foreign to me. It was all the dating/marriage thing girls normally ask all the time, but never me. I didn't normally ask all girlie questions like,

"So, how many children do you want?" CHILDREN? I hate children. At least I thought I did until tonight…?

Also the question, of "Flowers?" and "What colors?"(for the wedding) came up.

Ew! Who am I becoming? By the end of the night I decided to just stop fighting the urge to be a blushing bride, and let it flow.

That night in my bed at my parents house I went over all Jesse's answers in my head.

Children: "At the max., four, two girls, two boys" Aww! Pottery Barn Family! I remembered thinking.

Flowers and Colors: "Whatever you want." Which meant what ever my mom picked out (I'm not into that stuff, at least I thought I wasn't until tonight.).

Jesse and I were so happy, and now free to continue our life. I wanted to tell people right away, especially Gina, CeeCee, and Father Dom. I couldn't imagine how he would take it, not that he didn't approve of our relationship. No, Father Dom loved Jesse and I together, but I think he might say something like 'You don't have to rush into it because of physical reasons' or 'Is this what Jesse wants too? You didn't use your beauty to tempt him, did you?'

But thinking of all of that, and possibly all the excitement that night, made me drift off to DreamLand. And once again, I didn't fight off the urge to have girlie dreams about my wonderful wedding.

A/N: Okay this one was shorter, and maybe not as good, but I'm still trying…..