Sammy's POV:

"Don't even think of trying, love." I whispered when the nurse had walked out. We were sitting side by side on the bed, waiting for her to come back with a wheelchair. From the look on Timmy's face, he clearly was about to protest. However, I was going to be firm on this fact. If the hospital thought he should be wheeled to the car, I wasn't going to argue.

Since he'd been awake, his dad had stopped by, and made sure I knew that anything I needed, anytime I needed help with Tim, he was open. I thanked him for the offer, but I was pretty sure I could handle it myself. Chris had then paused, and spoken in a lower tone.

"Sammy, you know you're part of the family now, right? He may not have proposed yet, but trust me, he will. I've seen him grow up, and I've never seen him this taken with a girl. He literally cannot talk about anything else. And for when he does pop the question, Sammy, we'll all accept you." His little speech had me smiling again, touched. It was truly adorable that Tim thought about me outside of our dates. I had thanked him again.

"But Sammy..." he half-whispered. Tim's voice was starting to come back, but there was a set limit on exactly how much talking he should do. I shook my head, and smiled at him, bending down for a quick kiss. His left arm wrapped around my waist as he exhaled sharply against my lips, and his right arm travelled up my back to tangle in my hair, cupping the back of my neck forcefully. I leaned further into him, bracing myself by putting my arms on the bed beside him, when suddenly a throat was cleared two feet to my right.

I leapt back, blushing automatically as I saw the doctor with the wheelchair. My face burned even more, though, when Chris entered the room behind him. Hopefully, though, he hadn't seen our little session - maybe he would never find out..

My hopes were buried as Chris looked at Tim, an eyebrow raised in mild disapproval, observing how his son's eyes never left me, and how his breathing was slightly elevated, how his movements sliding into the wheelchair were slightly awkward...

Then his eyes slipped to mine, and I smiled sheepishly. To my surprise, he smiled, and shook his head understandingly, before talking resuming his discussion with the doctor.

"... And then he'll need to come back, so we can make sure he's doing fine. Okay?" He waited with a raised eyebrow for the obedient nod from first Chris, then me. With the nod, we wheeled him out, Timmy with the bursting happiness of being released from confinement.

"Good morning, babe," I murmured, kissing his cheek softly when he opened his eyes to look at me. He simply smiled, green eyes blinking drowsily as he pulled himself slowly to a sitting position, grimacing as he did so. I sat next to him carefully, and slid the tray with his breakfast across to his lap. He stared down at it for a second, then a grin slowly spread over his face as he turned to me.

"You made me breakfast?" I smiled and nodded.

"It's not like I'm going to have you get up now, is it?" He leaned down to kiss me lovingly for a long moment.

"What did I ever do to deserve you, Sammy," he murmured, kissing softly down my jaw. Shivers were stealing down my spine and he trailed kisses across my skin. "You're an angel. I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey," I whispered, lifting my hand to tangle in his hair. After a few more delightful minutes, he pulled back.

"Don't want to let all this good food do to waste," he said, flashing a grin in my direction as he began. "Mmm, Sammy, where'd you learn to cook?"

I shrugged. "Picked it up, I guess. You like it?"

"I love."

After he finished eating, we sat around for a while, kissing and cuddling in the bed, careful of Tim's recovering body. Eventually, we snuggled up together watching the Giants game, his arm wrapped around me as I snuggled into his chest.

"Mmmmm," I sighed happily as his fingers gently ticked up my spine, then down. He kissed his forehead lightly, muttering in approval as Cain struck out another hitter. The next batter hit a double off of him, and Tim's jawline tightened.

"I would've shaken him off there," he muttered. "A 2-1 fastball, no way. No matter where you place that one, it's gonna get whacked." I laughed, reaching up to play with the ends of his hair.

"But Cain lives on his fastball. You live on your change-up."

"So do you, honey," he replied, smiling widely. I laughed, unable to deny it.

"No, I live off you," I joked.

"Not more so than I off of you," he countered.

I shook my head. "No way. I love you."

"I love you more."

"Nuh uh. I do."

"I may have had others," he kissed my nose lightly. "But I've never felt this way before."

"Nor have I," I breathed. "Although then again, I've never had another."

"I wish you were my first," he whispered, and bent to kiss me. "I wish you were my first, and my last."

He took a deep breath.

"I was hoping to ask you this in a much better way... I wanted to take you to meet Dad, and then hand you the plane tickets to Paris, if you agreed to go with me."

"Paris?" I asked, confused.

"The Eiffel Tower," he replied, smiling fondly at me. "I've always felt that gigantic decisions needed a gigantic platform. Not to mention, I've always dreamed of proposing on the Tower."

I gasped, realizing what he was getting at. I guess I'd realized it all along, I was just denying it to prevent myself from being hurt if I was wrong.

"So, Sammy... Will you marry me?"

"Yes," I whispered, my eyes filling with tears even as I broke into a broad grin, "Yes, yes I will."

He grinned. "The ring's in that box on the table," he said, even as he leaned in, eyes on my lips. I didn't bother responding, simply pressed my lips tightly to his and wrapped my arms around his neck. When I pulled away, gasping for air, I couldn't help my curiosity. I glanced at the side table and noticed the blue box sitting there. How had I not noticed it before?

With shaking hands, I pulled it to my lap and opened it slowly, apprehensive, although I knew it was ridiculous. Why was I apprehensive? The man of my dreams had proposed to me, and I was about to look at the ring he'd gotten to offer me. Stop being silly, Sam, I commanded myself, and looked inside.

Inside the box was a glittering diamond of beautiful proportions. I'd never been a jewels girl myself, but Tim had somehow caught my style in the design on the ring. The stone was set simply, simply yet elegant, with intertwining strands and inlaid diamonds around the entire thing. I tilted it from side to side, admiring the shards of light thrown off in every direction.

"Do you like it?" Timmy asked anxiously. I looked over at him - chewing his lip, eyebrows drawn together in the perfect image of nervous fear. I smiled, easing the strain in his face.

"I love it," I whispered, closing my mouth to his once more.

I'm sorry, I know, it probably does not live up to expectations. :P I also want to apologize for updating so infrequently. I know it's miserable to wait, trust me!

Sidenote: Dedicated to that boy at school who doesn't know who he is, he who inspires me so. (:

Also a sidenote: This is NOT the last chapter! I'm definitely going to cover the wedding, and I'm not sure if I'm going to throw in some more drama before the end to draw it out or if the next few chapters will the the last. Care to tell me what you think? (: