A/N: That proposal story was so sweet… I'm gonna tell it again!

- Henry's Point of View

It wasn't exactly as I planned, but it was still perfect. She's perfect. Everything is as perfect as I could imagine.

I'll never forget the warmth that the glow of the candles brought to her face. That moment made it all worth it. Every minute of planning, every dollar over budget on the ring, every second worrying about if things would go right… it was all worth it. She's worth it.

She told me I could have proposed to her with a ring pop in a run down McDonald's and she would have said yes, but she deserves the world… every beautiful inch of it. Even then, all of the most beautiful things in the world combined wouldn't be as beautiful as she is.

There was a part of me that thought about proposing to her after we got to New York. Something about her body makes me crazy. Love makes us do stupid things… and I would do the stupidest of them just to touch her. The more I thought about it… the less and less I wanted to tell people that I proposed to her in bed late on a Friday afternoon.

We could have skipped the play though… I think we both agreed on that. It was great, but there were better things we could have done with a few hours to ourselves. If we hadn't gone to the play, I probably would have proposed to her in bed. Maybe it is a good thing we went.

I wish we didn't spend so much time arguing about Stevie. It wasn't necessarily arguing so much as bickering but no matter what we call it, it wasn't pleasant. I get where she's coming from on all fronts about Stevie but it's still hard learning to navigate not only this situation but learning how to respect that someone else is connected to parenting her, even if it's only a slight connection.

At first I was relieved when we made it to Central Park because it meant a break from the Stevie discussion but then it hit me what I was about to do.

Was I worried she would say no? Absolutely not. I wasn't worried about what I would say… I actually don't really know why I was nervous.

I felt like I could cry and fight Mother Nature herself at the same time when it started raining. This image in my head that I had drawn up, that I had desperately described to some woman I've never met, in a place I've never seen, had gone to hell in my mind with each falling drop. Deep down I knew Elizabeth wouldn't care if the candles were lit or not… but I wanted it perfect, for her.

I think I might have dragged her up the stairs when we reached the castle. I didn't realize how quick I was walking until we got to the top. I'm not sure I had taken a breath from the time we reached the castle and she was still taking this all in.

When I saw for myself that the candles made it, I took a breath of relief. Then my breath was taken from me again when I saw her in their glow. I couldn't take my eyes off her as it hit her what all this was for. I gave her just a moment of space to take it in… but selfishly I couldn't wait any longer.

Taking her hands in mine, I said the words I had rehearsed in my head for months. "I couldn't have ever imagined that fate would have brought us together, that fate would give us the opportunity to spend even just the smallest sliver of our lives together, and here we are at a crossroads of being able to spend the rest of it together."

Then I dropped to my knee, ready to ask the question that I had been wanting to ask her for the last year. "Elizabeth, will you marry me?"

I think she might have said "yes" a hundred times but each time sounded sweeter than the last, each one was another moment that I thought I heard angels sing. I couldn't wait to wrap my arms around her. I don't think either one of us stopped smiling for hours after.

Sure we couldn't stop smiling, but once again we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I'm not sure if we actually got any sleep. The short breaks we took were filled with strawberries and champagne and I think they could be their own food group after how many of them we ate. With all the things we have to celebrate, champagne might become a staple in our diets.

She had to rush off to Texas the next morning. I wish she was still here with me but I understand when duty calls. We spent the last half of her flight talking about whether she should wear her ring and potentially have that become a focus of her trip. I left it up to her and reminded her I wouldn't be mad either way. I guess we're lucky that it fit her right hand ring finger too. Crisis averted.

I can't wait for her to be home. I get to spend the rest of my life with the woman of my dreams. I have never been so happy.

Thank you all so much for reading this and enjoying this with me! Wildfire ends here but I'm continuing with this story line with more love and fun to come!