I know, I know, it's been a while. A LONG while, actually. But, here's the LAST. FINAL. installment. Thanks for stickin' around with me, and if you like Eclare fanfiction, check out my other stories!

Disclaimer: I do not own Cheaper by the Dozen or Marry You by Bruno Mars.

One Year Later

Eliot and I had grown together over the past year. Sure, vacation had ended, but that didn't mean we did. Oh, no. Not again, not this time. As of now, our relationship was perfect. It wasn't as awkward and out-of-step that it was since we ran into each other (literally) a year ago. I guess we got used to each other; more comfortable around one another. We were best friends. But today, when he randomly asked me if I wanted to take a drive, and that song came on in his car, I realized something more.

It's a beautiful night; we're looking for something dumb to do.

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.

I watched as Eliot's face flushed with red, but then I focused on something else. He was smiling. Slowly, he pulled over to a lonely field of grass. Then, with flying sparks in his eyes, he turned to his right and looked at me.

Is it the look in your eyes? Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.

He tilted his head to the side, pointing to the wide open field. It was dotted with small white flowers, swaying in the evening wind.

"You want to go out?" he said quietly. Pink dotted his cheeks, and his finger was trembling, but I nodded graciously.

Well, I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go.

No one will know.

Oh, come on girl.

Before I hopped out of the car, I turned the radio up louder so you could hear it through the field. This was one of our inside jokes; when we would go to the lake or just find an empty place where we could just relax, we would turn the car radio up loud enough so we could hear it miles away.

Who cares if we're trashed,

Got a pocket full of cash we can blow,

Shots of patron

And it's on, girl

I smiled. Oh, the millions of times he would challenge me. Of course, there were millions that we've tried: board games, drinking games, sport games. But he never ceased to amaze me with something new. In Eliot's world, it didn't matter if I was wearing sweats and my old tennis shoes. To him, we could do anything in the world, whenever we felt the time was right.

I was hardly in present day when I saw Eliot lead me into the middle of the field, the music still echoing in the night sky. I watched as he fumbled around in his pocket and almost trip as he tried to kneel to the ground. I gasped, and my eyes grew wide.

"Sarah Baker," he whispered, grasping my hand tight. His dark chocolate eyes smothered me with affection. "I've waited so long to do this, and I've finally found the right time." With his other hand, he brushed a loose strand of hair from his face, and took a deep breath.

"Will you marry me?"

Don't say no, no, no, no-no

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah

And we'll go, go, go, go-go

If you're ready,

Like I'm ready.

At first I was shocked, but then I could feel the excitement dancing across my face. I knew he saw it to, because his once serious face turned softer and sweeter. As his smile grew, my voice lost its place.

'Cause it's a beautiful night,

We're looking for something dumb to do.

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.

"So?" He questioned, one eyebrow raised, but I knew he knew that answer.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "Yes, yes, yes!" I was ecstatic, and he jumped up and embraced me, his warmth running through my veins.

Is it the look in your eyes? Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.

"I love you," I whispered. I kissed him softly on the cheek, and giggled as my pink lip gloss stuck to him like glue.

"I love you too." He said, and he slid the diamond ring on my finger. I was wrong before. Now, we were perfect.

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