"So explain this to me," Amy says as she steps out of her discarded dress and kicks it to the side. "When you get married, you have a wedding, a rehearsal dinner, a bridal shower, and potentially a bachelor-slash-bachelorette party." She pulls one of Sam's Duke shirts over her head, muffling her voice.

"Sorry, didn't catch that last part," Sam laughs as her head pops through the neck hole.

"So why do we also have to have an engagement party?" She repeats, flipping her hair out from beneath the collar of the too-large shirt.

Sam shrugs. "More gifts?" He ventures, pulling his undershirt off. Across the room, Amy closes her own closet door and hums her disapproval.

"Not that I'm not thrilled to be marrying you," she drawls, "but planning a constant string of parties all celebrating the same event is slightly insane." He laughs and pulls off his pants, tossing them into the hamper. "Plus you're asking all of your friends to spend a ton of money on gifts and possibly take an expensive trip with you."

"Well considering we work for the President of the United States – as do almost all of our friends – I would think a big bachelor trip isn't in the cards," he assures her. As if any of them has time to leave town for more than a couple of hours.

"I've always found the whole bachelorette party thing kind of tacky anyway," she admits as she turns on the lamp on her side of the bed. "The whole 'last night of freedom' crap…" She waves her hands dismissively.

"Yeah," Sam agrees. "I mean we don't have to do any of it," he tells her, flicking off the overhead light. "We could just do a wedding and rehearsal dinner. Hell, I'd be fine if we drove to Virginia and got married right now."

"Really?" She asks, seemingly intrigued as she climbs onto the bed. "Right now?" She asks.

He shrugs. "Why not?"

"Would I have to put on pants?" She asks, popping up to her knees. His shirt covers only just past her underwear, so he gets a great view of her legs.

"I'd prefer you didn't," he banters, waggling his eyebrows suggestively to make her laugh.

"And you'd be okay with nixing a whole big party – " she gestures widely with her arms " - and just getting married in front of a judge?"

"Hey, as long as this engagement ends with my being your husband, I'm not too concerned with how we get there," he reasons, sitting down on the bed and taking off his watch.

As he does, he feels the bed shift as she moves until her limbs are wrapped around him and she's stretching to press a kiss to the crook of his neck. She rests her head against his back and he puts one hand on her leg, stroking from knee to ankle and back. She really does have incredible legs. "That's very sweet of you," she murmurs, placing a couple of kisses on his spine, making him shiver.

"I do what I can."

Amy sighs. "However, we'd probably get lectures from two First Couples if we eloped," she concedes.

Sam chuckles. "And with our luck, President Bartlet would do it entirely in Latin."

"I'm more concerned about Abbey," she admits.

Sam nods in agreement. He knows how close his fiancée is with Dr. Bartlet. Taking one of Amy's hands, he presses a tender kiss to her palm. "So then how about just an engagement party and a small wedding?" He suggests, causing her to lift her head and put her chin on his shoulder. "We'll have the engagement party in a few weeks and then we'll do a small ceremony later."

She smiles widely and hugs him a little tighter. "See? This is why I'm marrying you. You get me," she tells him, kissing his neck.

"I thought it was the great sex," he counters cheekily as he reaches into the drawer of his nightstand.

"Fringe benefit," she replies before he hands her a box. "What's this?"

"Think of it as a thank-you-for-marrying-me present," he reasons, looking at her over his shoulder with a smile.

Amy gives him an eye roll. "Because the promise to love me for the rest of your life wasn't enough." She takes the gift from him and unwinds her legs from around his waist so she can sit at his side, her legs folded underneath her. "Plus you gave me a paperweight," she jokes, lifting her left hand and waggling her fingers so her engagement ring catches the light. He hums a little laugh as she grins wryly and lifts the top off the box. Then the humor disappears from her expression and she's left with a blissful smile as she looks at her gift. "Sam," she breathes.

It's a picture from the day Josh and Donna got married, which he remembers like it was yesterday. They're standing in the Rose Garden. Amy, wearing Sam's tuxedo jacket, has her palms pressed gently against his abdomen, and his hands cup her neck as they kiss. The chuppah is off center, just a bit to the left of Sam's back, and behind them the sky has gone slightly pink with the setting sun. "Donna made the photographer get a picture before they so rudely interrupted us for their own," he jokes.

"How have I never seen this before?" She asks, finally tearing her eyes away and looking up at her fiancé.

"I asked her not to show it to you," he admits, causing Amy to furrow her brow in confusion. "I wanted to save it for a special occasion."

She smiles, putting the box on the nightstand before kissing him deeply, holding his face in her hands. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her back just as passionately. After a long moment, their lips part and Amy smiles. "Thanks for asking me to marry you," she whispers.

"Thanks for remembering my parents' names," he quips, causing her to laugh and pull him down onto the bed.