Disclaimer: I do not own these creatures of near perfection.
Author's Note: Oh how I wish I didn't have to do this. But yes I did it. It is getting harder to write this, and I think this chapter is amazingly corny. But still the end is perfect.
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Josh had been planning this for a very long time. Even though real planning had come down to days, things had fallen into place way to fast for it to be a whimsical fantasy.
He stopped the car along and sat for a moment just thinking.
'Josh?' Donna whispered after a moment of silence. 'Where are we?'
He turned his head and looked at her. She was beautiful, wonderful. He didn't know how to look at her and not feel this way. He gave her a quiet smile.
'Stay here.' He ordered and got out of the car.
He went to the drunk and went in to grab his box. 'Is is all here?' he asked himself. He riffled through the box for a second making sure he hadn't missed anything. 'Right.' He took a deep breath. 'This is it man. Don't screw it up.'
He went over to her door and opened it.
She got up slowly. 'Josh what's going on?'
He offered her his arm. 'Come on,' he told her.
She took his arm, willingly but with caution.
He lead her onto the grass and threw a grouping of trees. Suddenly the scene unfolded. Donna couldn't believe it.
In what was almost like a private garden there were hundreds of candles lit. In the middle of the garden a picnic seemed to be laid out. There were roses everywhere. Red lushes roses, too many to count. She felt breathless. She didn't know what to say.
Josh took her over to the picnic and opened a bottle of champagne.
They were silent. How could they speak? Josh was panicking over everything. Donna was sitting in disbelief. Each one was breathless for their own reasons. Each one was wondering when the other might utter a word.
Josh sat down next to her and they stared up at the sky. Stars danced and glittered if not for the world only for them. He reached over and calmly placed his hand over her left one. Quietly he slid something onto her finger. And they just sat there waiting.
Taking in a slow breath.
'Donna will you marry me?'
Donna wanted to laugh, maybe even to cry. Easy things were never worth getting. She knew this one had been terribly hard to reach. She just couldn't think of the right words to explain to him. She just felt so swelled up with happiness that she let the word fall out before she could let it be explained.
'No.'