Want to know something cool? I have my own Ben now! Enter Benjamin, a healthy baby boy born mid-July of 2010. I will say that Rafter's wasn't the reason for his name... It was just kind of fitting. And although I may be biased, he really is gorgeous.

Anyway, I will warn; I hate this chapter. I really do. It wasn't working out and it took ages to write. And still, I am nowhere near happy with it. But don't say I didn't warn you.

"I want to marry her Mum."

Grace spun around at the sound of his voice.

He saw her surprise as he turned around, so he took a step forward as he prepared to speak more.

"You what?" asked Grace, although she was almost certain she knew exactly what he had said.

"I want to marry her," Jake repeated. "And I know what you've said about her in the past. But I love her, Mum. I really do. And I can't walk away from that." At that, Jake paused, gauging his mother's expression.

"Did I say anything?" Grace eventually broke, her word's breaking any silence that had fallen between them.

"What, you're saying you're okay with this?" Jake asked in a slight case of disbelief. Grace moved from behind the kitchen bench she was standing at and headed towards the table to pick up a glass resting there. Jake simply moved back and forth, dodging his Mum every time she came remotely close to him being in the way. "You've never approved!"

"I do approve," replied Grace, her tone thoughtful yet firm. Jake simply snorted and tossed his head. "I do!" Grace added again. "I'll admit, I didn't at first. Because no one would ever be good enough in my eyes. Not for my son."

"But you are okay with this?" Jake asked again, disbelief even more evident in his voice. Grace answered his question with a question.

"This is what you want?" Grace asked.

"Yeah, yeah it is," Jake replied, his tone firm.

"Then who am I to stop you?" said Grace, her tone smiling. Jake could only smile back, wrapping his Mum in a hug. Grace laughed and swatted his back, but hugged him right back.

"Want to see something?" started Jake as they both pulled back. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a box. Grace smiled as he opened it.

"It's beautiful, Jake," Grace told him truthfully, looking back up from the ring to Jake. "It really is."

"You think she'll like it?" Jake asked. He was confident, but also that slight bit hesitant that perhaps it wasn't what Rachel would like.

"Darling, I think she's going to love it."

11.30am, Rachel's work.

With the clock hands heading closer and closer towards the afternoon, and the time ticking over so that it was nearing lunchtime, Rachel Rafter sat at her desk at work, preparing a mock presentation to use for their latest campaign.

"Hey baby."

Rachel was so far into her own little advertising world that she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice.

"Jake, don't do that!" Rachel exclaimed. Jake laughed and came back around behind the wall surrounding her desk and sat down on the empty chair next to her.

"Do what?" he teased with a big smile.

"Creep up on me like that." Rachel turned back to her computer, but she had been snapped out of her working zone, so gave up with a frustrated sigh.

"Hey, want to go get some lunch?" Jake asked, turning her swivel chair so that Rachel was facing him. Rachel sighed.

"Oh, I really have to get this done. I'm sorry," she replied, her voice sounding deflated.

"Yes, but you also have to eat," Jake pushed, standing up and pulling her up by the arm. "Come on."

"Rach, there's a hot guy trying to whisk you away for a romantic lunch. Go," interrupted Libby as she came and leaned on the half-wall surrounding Rachel's desk.

"Come on then," Rachel gave in, reaching to grab her long-strapped handbag off the desk to the side of her, narrowly missing it as Jake's hand swooped into pick it up. Handing it to her, Jake proceeded to lead her quickly out of the office, an amused Libby looking on.

"What's up with you today?" questioned Rachel as Jake continued to gently hurry her out of the office.

"Just you wait and see."

Later...

By the time Jake and Rachel had reached their destination, Rachel was going out of her mind with wonder. Jake moved around the side of the car and opened the passenger side door, allowing Rachel to step out.

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?"

"You don't know?" teased Jake, avoiding actually answering her direct question. Rachel, who had just stepped out of the car, turned back to look at Jake as he shut the door, shooting him a 'would I have asked if I knew where we are going?' look.

"Then wait and see."

Jake continued leading Rachel over the grass.

"Are we nearly there yet?" whined Rachel, lifting her feet up quickly as her heels sunk into the grass with nearly every step. Jake laughed, his hands still on her shoulders.

"Alright, and here we are..."

"Where exactly?" Rachel asked, turning around to see exactly where 'here' was.

"The park," Jake said simply, a playful smirk on his face.

"This is the park where you were playing footy, not long after I first saw you," Rachel told him, to which Jake laughed.

"Yeah, about the same time you flashed us."

"Hey!" protested Rachel, her tone playful as she thumped his chest.

"Alright, alright," Jake backed down. "And that is why I brought you here."

"To remind me of my stripping days?" Rachel's tone was sarcastic.

"No, to ask you to marry me in one of the first places I saw you," smiled Jake with a laugh. Rachel's face changed, shock and surprise evident on her face. Jake noticed her look, unsure a to judge it as being a good or bad sign.

"I was considering doing it at 'that' road, you know, where you flashed us," Jake continued, attempting to lighten the mood.

"This is going to be a great way to remember how we got engaged," Rachel finally spoke up nervously. "I can picture it already when someone asks how you popped the question; 'Oh yeah, Jake talked a lot about how I bared myself to the world as our first meeting." Jake laughed. He broke his eyes away from Rachel, looking down as he reached into his pocket and pulled the black velvet box out. Rachel couldn't believe it as she watched him open the box, revealing a white gold ring with one large diamond, with a line of smaller diamonds on each side.

"Oh my god..."

"You just said something about remembering this proposal," Jake began, then paused, trying to take in Rachel's facial expression. "So is that a yes?" Rachel smiled, wondering how long to keep him hanging.

"Come on Rach, put me out of my misery," Jake pushed, half worried because of how long it was taking her to answer.

"When I first saw you, I never thought we'd get this far. I didn't think we'd ever have anything remotely related." Rachel paused, gazing up at Jake. He just watched her intently as she spoke. "But we did. And now, I get to spend the rest of my life with you."

"So that's a yes?" Jake asked, his face forming even more of a smile, again asking the question.

"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you!" Rachel almost squealed, jumping up towards him. Jake laughed and lifted her up. When he put her back down, he took her hand, sliding the ring onto her finger, Rachel smiling the entire time as she watched him.

"Now to tell the family."

There we have it for now. I know I sort of repeated the idea I had from last chapter but it's the best I could come up with. Would love to hear what you guys are thinking though...

P.S. In the promo for last night's episode of Rafters, there is a song playing in the background. Now, no one seems to be able to find out the name for it. Would love to know if any of you out there know what it's called.