Emily looked down at the covered plate questioningly, "is it safe to open it?"

"Yes it's safe! What? You don't trust me?" Matt teased.

"Of course I trust you… just not your cooking," Emily smirked.

Matt overdramatically grabbed his chest directly over his heart, "I'm hurt."

Emily reached over and took the hem of Matt's shirt between her thumb and index finger and gave it a light tug. Matt leaned forward at the request of his girlfriend, she kissed him passionately, "Baby, I'm sorry. I'm sure you did a great job."

"That's better." Matt stated as he took the seat next to Emily, "Now, let's eat."

Emily, still wary about the food hiding in front of her, cautiously uncovered her dinner plate.

"Oh my-- Matt…" Emily sighed as she looked at the wonderful meal Matt had prepared.

Em was completely taken back by the thought he'd put into fixing her favorite foods. In the center of the plate was large bowl of tomato soup with a sprinkle of shredded cheese in the middle. Sitting on the plate around the bowl were four triangular cut piece of a grilled cheese sandwich.

"You like?" Matt asked, unsure of his choice in dishes.

"I like," she replied as a tear slid down her cheek. "I can't believe you remembered this."

Matt wiped the tear away with the pad of his thumb, "I remember everything you've told me."

"You're amazing. Do you know that?"

"I do now!" Matt grinned and kiss his partner again. "Dig in."

Emily tapped her foot to the mellow jazz music playing in the background as she picked up a slice of her sandwich and dipped in the warm soup. The couple enjoyed their dinner, sipping their wine, discussing the days events and stealing loving glances at one another throughout the evening.

Without saying a word, Matt picked up the cloth napkin from his lap, wiped the corners of his mouth and set it on the table next to his plate. Emily watched her boyfriend closely, wondering what he could be up to now. He looked deep into her eyes for a long moment, then extended one hand to her. As she placed her hand in his, he pulled her body tight against his and wrapped arms around her. They took a few steps backwards into the dimly lit living room.

"Dance with me," he whispered in her ear.

Emily rested her head on Matt's shoulder, knowing that his words were more insistent than questioning. One of her hands found it's way to the back of his head and she fingered the loose strands of Matt's hair. They stayed this way for what seemed like hours, swaying back and forth, matching the rhythm of the music. As the moments passed the room grew darker as many of the tea light candles began to extinguish themselves.

"Em? Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," she said as they continued to dance.

Matt brushed a lock of hair behind her ear and whispered softly, "Can I spend the rest of my life with you?"

Emily's head jerked up from it's resting place and she stared deep into Matt's eyes,

"What?"

Matt reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the ring he'd been carrying around for the past two weeks, "Emily Lehman, will you marry me?"

She couldn't speak, words were forming in her head, but she was unable to make them into coherent sentences.

"I--," she muttered.

Matt's cell phone began to ring forcing their attention to the coffee table below them.

Emily's phone followed suit as she heard that familiar tone coming from her purse by the door.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Matt screeched. He reaching for his phone as Emily headed to answer hers.

"We'll be right there," they said in unison, closing their cell phones.

Matt turned to Emily, "Can we continue this later?"

Emily only nodded.

"Why don't you hold onto that." Matt insisted, slipping the engagement ring onto Emily's finger.