A/N

Okay, before y'all jump down my throat going, what the hell? Let me explain. I SHOULD have just put this story on hiatus instead of stopping it abruptly. But I didn't, and I apologize profusely.

I've filled out the end and plan to write more. So many plot points were left hanging, and as a responsible writer, I shouldn't have done that.

So, please, accept my apology, and enjoy. Thanks for your understanding.

The changes start at Auggie's apartment after he's given her the necklace.

After dropping off her luggage at her house, Annie jumped back into her car. The piled up mail and grocery shopping would have to wait 'til later, as would the sleep she desperately needed that her jet lag was begging of her. It'd been a whole week since she saw Auggie, and after texting him that she'd arrived, he said he'd meet her at Hank's Tavern after work.

When she walked through the door, she was slightly upset that Auggie wasn't there yet. She walked up to the bar and propped herself on one of the stools. She waved over to Hank, who came in from the kitchen.

"I know that look," he said, taking in the bags under her eyes, rumpled clothes and tired countenance. "Where are you back from this time?"

Annie smiled as he picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels and a shot glass and set them in front of her. He always knew what she was in the mood for after one of her trips. "Reykjavik," she said, picking up the amber liquid and downing it in one go.

"Huh?"

"Iceland." She waves for him to fill the glass up again.

Hank's eyes narrowed. He knew something other than jet lag was on her mind. "Talk to me, NFL girl."

After the second ounce of whiskey slid down her throat, Annie sighed, "It's Auggie."

"The guy you were in here with before?"

"Yep," Annie said, grabbing the bottle and helping herself to a third shot.

"Is he bothering you? Need me to have a word with him?"

"God, no!" Annie nearly shouted.

Hank sat the bottle back under the bar and out of her reach. "Okay, then, why do you sound – well, un-Annie-like?"

"Because!" Annie moaned, the jet lag, frustration and now three shots of JD flowing through her system. "I couldn't enjoy one moment while I was gone."

"Bad weather?" Hank asked. The look she shot him said it all. She had it bad, in love, and hating every second of it. "Love's a bitch, isn't it?"

"I'll drink to that!" Annie said, raising her empty shot glass to him, waiting for another refill.

"Don't you think you should slow down until he gets here?" he asked. "You are meeting him here, right?"

Annie sat the glass back on the bar with a frown. "He should be here already. Let me text him."

She pulled out her cell and set off a quick text.

"get ur hot ass over here"

Not a minute later, she had a reply.

"Annie, you okay?"

"where r u?"

"outside on sidewalk, walking to pub"

Annie's head whipped around to the front door. She couldn't see him through the glass. She slid off the stool and walked outside. He was a half a block down, his cell still in his hands. Torn between jumping into his arms and punching him in the chest, she didn't move.

Auggie, though, did, and covered the space between them in a few seconds, enveloping her in his arms. "God, I missed you."

Annie's arms went automatically around his back, her head in the crook of his shoulder. "You better. I couldn't enjoy myself at all!" Her words were punctuated by two punches on his back by her clenched fists.

She pulled back from him, placing her hands on his shoulders as his slid to her waist. "Don't you understand? I've been wanting to go to Iceland for years! And I hated it! And it's all your fault!"

Her hands slapped at his shoulders as she spoke, and Auggie felt four types of confusion go through him. Her e-mails and texts throughout the week were full of happiness and pictures and words of love. Why was she hitting him?

A chuckle sounded behind her, and he looked up to see Hank standing there, Annie's bag and cellphone in his grasp. "I think what our girl is trying to say is that she missed you."

The man's warm smile cleared Auggie's confusion a bit, and he takes the bag and cell from his grasp. All the fight had gone out of Annie, and her head now rested against his chest. "Come on, Annie, let's go home."

He walked her the few blocks back to his building, her head on his shoulder, and their arms around each other. She seemed to lean even further against him, that by the time they'd made it up the steps to his apartment, he nearly had her entire weight against him. He swept her up in his arms and headed for the bed.

Once he laid her on the comforter and pulled away, her eyes opened again, and she awoke. "Where are you going?"

"I'll be right back."

The exhaustion kept threatening to pull Annie under, but she sat up enough to watch him move through the apartment. He went to the kitchen, and her eyes went over to the dining table. It was set completely with place settings for two, candles, and a bouquet of flowers on her plate.

The delicious aroma of pasta and sauce and cheese wafted through the air as Auggie pulled a lasagna out of the oven.

"You cooked?" she asked, her stomach rumbling. She hadn't eaten since that morning, the airplane food barely adequate to fill her.

"Uhh, yeah, I wanted to surprise you, welcome you home." Auggie set the platter on the table. "I didn't think of you being jet lagged or tired. Maybe I should have done this tomorrow."

"No, it's okay," Annie said, sliding back off the bed. When she stood, her equilibrium was still a bit off, so she slid off her heels and walked over to the table. She sat in her chair and picked up the bouquet.

"Those are for you."

A dozen red roses, interspersed with pink ones. Each one perfectly formed. Annie brought them to her nose and inhaled the sweet scent. It was then that she noticed the box in amongst the blooms.

She pulled it out and saw that it was a long jewelers box. "Oh, Auggie, you didn't have to get me anything."

Pulling his chair around to her side, he took the box from her hands and opened it.

Not knowing what to expect – he'd never given her a present before – Annie looked at the inside of the box and gasped, then giggled. Laying in the black velvet was a beautifully wrought thin gold chain with a pendant. The letter "A," also in gold, but designed in a Superman style.

"Okay, I wasn't expecting laughter, but –"

Annie leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him soundly. "I love you, Auggie."

Auggie looped his arms around her shoulders, as well. "I know."

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"And I missed you," she said, leaning her forehead against his as her fingers tangled in the waves at his neck.

Damn, Auggie thought, just the lightest touch from her was enough to ignite his desire and make his heart race. "I gathered that much," he said with a grin.

Annie smirked and said teasingly, "Wanna go steady?"

Auggie laughed, "Yes."

Annie didn't know whether it was the jetlag or the flowers or the necklace that caused her to ask the next question, but it seemed so right, so inevitable, that she couldn't help herself. "Can I move in with you?"

"Yes," Auggie replied without a thought. He'd turned his life upside down for her already in the short time they'd known each other, he couldn't remember what life was like without her – or that he'd want to live it, anyway.

Annie pulled back a little at his answer. They were still embracing, but she needed to see his eyes to gauge his sincerity, or if he was just teasing her. "Really?"

Auggie nodded. There was really nothing more to say. They loved each other, couldn't bear to be apart, and he was sure that if her next question asked him to stand on his head, he'd do it.

"You don't think we're moving too fast?" Annie asked, her heart racing as the implications of their conversation began to form in her mind.

Auggie shook his head no.

Smiling, Annie once again rested her forehead against his. All during the past week, as she tried to enjoy herself alone in Iceland and failing, all she could think of was how much she wished Auggie were there with her. Her life before Auggie was nothing but a preamble to what lay before her – no, them – now, and she never wanted to let him go. "Auggie?" she whispered.

"Yes?"

"Will you do something for me?"

"Anything. Name it."

Annie wasn't quite sure what made this idea pop into her head, but she was amazed at how true and right it felt. Leaning to the side, she whispered into his ear.

Auggie shivered at the request, his arms clenching around her shoulders. When she pulled back, her cheek brushed up against his in the process. Before she could pull any further away, he released her shoulders to cup her cheeks. He pressed his lips against hers in a possessive kiss. "Wait here."

On slightly shaking legs, Auggie went to his dresser and withdrew from a drawer a small box that had been hid in the back under some clothes. He returned to her, not bothering to sit in the chair, but dropping down on one knee beside her.

"Anne Catherine Walker, my Princess Annie, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Annie wasn't sure if she was dreaming, as tired as she was from the trip and still buzzing a little from the shots she'd consumed at Hank's. She couldn't believe her ears. She'd whispered in his ear, asking him to ask her to marry him only as an extension of the pillow talk they were engaging in.

She'd pictured them promising themselves to one another and then making love and going to look for rings in the near future, after they'd talked about it some more. But now he was before her, a shining band of gold and diamonds laid in velvet in his hands, offering to share his life with her.

She'd wanted to ask why he already had a ring, where it came from, and about a dozen other things, but at that moment, there was only one thing she needed to say, only one thing he needed to hear.

"Yes, Auggie, I will."

A/N I hadn't changed much in terms of plot, only fleshed it out much more.

So what do you say? Are you still interested in this? Should I continue? Whaddya say?