Finally! I've updated! This was prompted by peddiejeroy1922. I was supposed to write another drabble prompted by the same person, but I can't write it for the life of me. So...Jara, y'all! Enjoy :)

"Honey, I'm home," Jerome called through the apartment in a teasing tone. The grin never left his face as he hung his jacket on the wrack on the yellow wall, whipped off his skinny black tie, and fell into the chair in the middle of the common room.

He slouched into the light brown cushions and rested his head on his fingers; his pointer and middle finger on his cheek while his thumb held his chin up. He smirked and arched an eyebrow just as Mara walked into the room, through the door right across from his seat.

"Will you ever be in a different position when I walk into a room?" she asked with a roll of her brown eyes.

Jerome chuckled as she flounced out of the living room and into the kitchen. His blue-eyed gaze landed on the coffee table and it didn't move as a million thoughts swam through his brain.

"J, are you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." He replied after a moment. "Jaffray,"

"Yeah?" a clank of pots and pans followed her response.

"Have you ever thought about changing your name?"

She laughed. "What? I thought you liked my name."

"Oh no, I do; I love your name, I just mean, have you ever thought about changing it to anything?"

"Like what?"

"…my name?"

The shuffling in the kitchen ceased and Mara appeared in the doorway, confusion etched on her face. "Yours?"

Jerome stood and licked his thin lips. "Mara, I love you; you know that. And I don't want to—" he stopped and took a deep breath. "Babe, you're gonna have to help me out with this."

Mara smiled, rounding the sofa and cupping his cheeks with her small hands. "What were you going to say, Jerome?"

The blonde looked down at her with wide, warning eyes, while she just returned his expression with a smile of innocence. He raised his eyes to the ceiling and his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.

"Sometimes...I choose to stay quiet; not to open my mouth. Sometimes, I don't listen to myself and I do open my mouth and my foot ends up in it. Sometimes, I wish I didn't open my big mouth. Sometimes, I wish I did. Sometimes, I wish that I knew what to say, when I need to say something. And I don't know if this is the right time to ask, or if I even should ask, but…" he sank to his knees and her hands gripped his shoulders, not as reassurance for him, but support for herself. "I love you more than I can explain. I don't know how to describe the feelings I get when you look at me or touch me or kiss me or just at the thought of you. All I know is that I don't want to risk losing you after all the mistakes I've made. I don't want to risk making another one that will ruin everything once and for all.

"I'm just gonna stop babbling and spit it out, because I'll regret it later if I don't; Mara Jaffray, will you marry me?"

"Yes," she answered immediately, leaning down to press her lips to his.

So this probably wasn't my best...why don't you review and tell me what you think?

The godly may trip seven times, but they will get up again. -Proverbs 24:16

-Rachel