(Here ya go, probably the last one for a while! Back to school, please enjoy! Love this chapter, it's all I've ever wanted for our favorite pair in paragraph form! Love the comments! Please enjoy! Happy reading!)

"We should probably get dressed." Marshall suggested, pecking Mary on the lips, caressing the bare back of his partner's body, following the beads of water running down her back with his fingers, practically making her melt underneath his fingertips.

"Why? There's plenty of hot water left, even when it turns cold we can keep each other warm." Mary smirked, enjoying his hands in the places they had never been.

"Stan is coming over, remember? Ham?"

"This is way better than ham." She insisted, grasping at his muscles, really taking in all that Marshal Marshall Mann had to offer.

"I agree, I'll take you over a glazed side of pork anytime, but we did say four and it's three already…" he responded over the overwhelming sensations occurring within him, glancing at his waterproof Timex over Mary's shoulder.

"Then take me, c'mon Marshall!"

"Mary, please don't tempt me." He whined, groping for a towel,

"I'm not tempting, that's an order!" She gripped his wrist, pulling it back into the shower, "I knew this big tub would come in handy."

Mary and Marshall lay on the bed together, intertwined in each other's arms.

"At least my clothes had time to dry in the dryer while we were in there." He said, running his fingers through Mary's sopping wet hair.

"At least Norah decided to take a longer nap than usual." She added, listening to the thumping in his chest, his heart had slowed down considerably from the shower, making her smile.

"All right! I really need to check that ham in the oven!"

"Screw the ham, we can order pizza for Sunday dinner for all I care if you just lay here with me for a fraction of a second longer…"

"Well- he kissed her on the lips- next weekend, we can lock all of the doors, shut all of the shades, maybe send Norah to Mark's for a few hours, Stan could probably babysit- he kissed her again- and we can turn on the shower again or we can just stay here, hide under these covers, except maybe with a little less clothing and a little more flesh; but right now, I have to go get the huge hunk of meat from the oven before the house burns down…" he hopped up, straightening his clothes.

"Fine." Mary responded rolling out of the bed, "I should change Norah's diaper, put on a different outfit- Oh-! Which reminds me, are you the culprit responsible for buying her that onesy?"

"What onesy?" he asked innocently, knowing the exact article of clothing she had in mind.

"Come off it doofus, I know it was you. Come here Bug!" she cooed, lifting her daughter from the crib, opening a drawer to search for an appropriate outfit.

"Actually, I think you should put that on her, oh with those little jeans I got her."

He started heading out of the door,

"Marshall I will not-

He poked his head back into the room,

"If you don't, I'll buy her one of those in a different color for the rest of the time she can wear one!"

"And what if I can't find it?" she questioned, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.

"You put it in the bottom drawer under all of the clothes she's outgrown." With that he started down the hallway again.

"Ugh! I hate it when you know me!"

"Marshall you cooked this?" Stan asked his mouth full of ham.

"Uh yeah Stan! I took a few home ec classes in high school-

"Oh please don't continue." Mary halted him with her hand.

"Wow, Mary, Marshall told me Norah was cute, but I didn't think, she's just too preciousss!" Stan touched his finger gently to Norah's nose, making a 'boop' noise just before he pulled away. Not quite age appropriate, Mary thought, but she would let it slide.

"What else would you expect? I gave her half of my DNA, brewed her for nearly nine months, of course she's beautiful!" Mary's eyes glittered with joy.

Stan turned his head to Marshall,

"I thought you said Abigail would be joining us?"

"Ummm…"

The room went absolutely silent, Mary sighed, her eyebrows rising simultaneously. She figured Marshall would have informed Stan of their rapid change of relationship status, this was probably the only time Mary had wished she had a facebook.

"What did I miss?" Stan asked, wiping his mouth with his napkin, replacing it on his lap before sipping at a glass of wine.

"Abigail and I, we-

"They broke up, Marshall's living here, he's been wearing the same clothes for going on three days now, playing daddy to my daughter and now has the honor of sharing a bed with me.." Mary rushed through the sentence, fast enough so she would have time to catch Stan's reaction.

The confused marshal looked like he had been a victim of whip lash, looking back and forth between his two inspectors as they gazed innocently back.

"Really?"

"Yep! What can I say Stan I've finally found my key master, after all of these years as the gatekeeper no less!" Marshall could since Mary was laying it on a little thick to express her annoyance that he hadn't already told their boss, but still they both looked back at Stan, curiously awaiting his reaction.

"Well it's about time!" he chuckled, standing up from his seat to walk around the table to hold them in a loose hug, "I always knew you two had your eyes on each other!"

"Okay! Now that Stan knows, I minus well just do this right here right now!"

"Forgive me Mare, but I just can't wait. I know you too well and if I had made a big deal outta this, you would have, A- gotten angry with me, or B- have known something was up." He grinned, reaching in his pocket, "Norah came along with me to pick this up from my safety deposit box a few nights ago after you had drifted off into a very heavy slumber. With his nimble fingers he reached in his pocket, to pull out a box. "It was my grandmother's, so you're gonna hate it- Mary Shannon, I know it's been one of the happiest few days of my life and I know I wanna keep having these kind of days, I've never been happier sharing my time with anyone else. And I know I told you we should take it slow, but what's the worst you can do? Tell me no? What I wanna say is Marry me." She stared at him, speechless, noteven able to enjoy how nervous he was she was so nervous herself.

"Doofus, didn't we? Weren't you?" Mary couldn't change her expression, everything she said sounded utterly ridiculous.

"I did, but I've changed my mind. Do you want to marry me, or not?" it was as if he was becoming impatient, on his knees on her dining room floor.

"Yea-uh-I, -her lip began to quiver- look away Stan!" she ordered, feeling a little ashamed as she wiped away the tears.

"No way, I'm not missing this for the world!" he laughed, stepping even further back than he had already.

"You will?" he coaxed, wondering if he had heard her barely audible, slightly nonsensical reply.

"Like you said, if I say 'no' you'll just keep asking me right?" she smiled, hanging on even tighter to her daughter,

"Right." His eyes sparkled with happiness as he grinned upward at his partner, he never thought he, Marshall Mann would ever propose to Mary Shannon, and he never thought it would be in her dining room, while she held her baby that he never imagined she would have. And Mary never thought she would ever say 'yes' is she had ever been proposed to again, but she didn't know the person who would be doing the proposing would be, in fact, Marshall Mann.

Maybe it was true, life could be just like a dream.