Hello everyone! For those of you who are still waiting for me to finish this, here is a very small update for you. I know it has been quite some time since I've updated this and I really am truly sorry for that. But as I'm sure some of you writers know, real life tends to get in the way and writing needs to take a break for a while. That's what happened with this.

I know that isn't much of an explination but it's the god honest truth. So for those of you who are still interested here you go. There's really not all that much going on in this tiny post but it's what I got until I get back into the swing of things.

Also, this is un-edited and un-beta'd so all mistakes are my own.

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Grandma Sarah's Farm
Bellevue
0657 (6:57 am local)

Harm sat up in bed, rubbing his tired eyes. He'd probably slept a total of sixty minutes last night, if he was lucky. His mind was too occupied with what Mac found to give him any rest.

He couldn't believe he left it in the draw, especially after telling Mac to go into said draw to get a shirt. Harm usually carried it around in his pocket, along with the box it sat in but he left it in the draw knowing he'd be working in the yard that day, and he didn't want to lose it.

Harm had it all planned out too; the presentation, the atmosphere, the location and he already knew what he was going to say. He would often imagine how the evening would pan out; how Mac would drop her head in shyness with every compliment he sent her way, and how the candlelight shined brightly in her chocolate eyes.

But now it was all shot to hell. He knew he couldn't follow through with that plan seeing as how she already found it. Now he had to start all over again; he needed a new plan. However, before he went ahead and started to make a plan, he had to talk to Mac, which he knew wouldn't be easy.

Meanwhile…

Mac sat up in her bed, back against the headboard, an arm across her stomach supporting the elbow of her other arm, while her free hand was at her face, quickly losing her fingernails. She hated biting her nails; she found it be an extremely disgusting habit, almost as bad as nicotine or liquor. But at that current moment in time, it stopped her from pouring herself a drink and for that she was thankful for the nasty habit.

Her body was stiff from head to toe due to the lack of movement from her. She didn't sleep one wink last night and she was pretty sure she'd been in the same position for many hours now. She spent the night alternating between pacing in her room and sitting in her current position.

All night her nerves got the better of her, telling her she was making a big deal out of nothing, that it was just an empty box. Her nerves making her feel like she now had a deadline to either decline or accept.

But this situation needed to be handled delicately, they couldn't just forget about it and never mention it again like they did with many situations they went through. No, this needed a lot of thought and consideration.

If Mac accepted without really thinking about what it meant and began having fears about married life then there is a good chance it wouldn't work out. If she declined, she could end up alone and that was something that she didn't want.

She'd been in many relationships throughout her life but all of them lacked one thing or another. She finally had a good, fulfilling relationship with someone she loved more than she could've imagined possible and she didn't want to ruin it.

'So this is what it feels like to be stuck between a rock and a hard place,' she thought.

A/N: Hope it doesn't completely suck. Let me know what you think.