Proposal

"Cam! What are you doing?" Sam asks, frustration in her voice. "Get off the floor!"

(This is NOT going as planned. Not at all. Maybe she'll stop yelling at me once I get further in.) Cam frowns slightly. The jittery feeling in his stomach keeps him from getting too mad, but seriously! He's down on one knee here! How much more obvious can he get?

"Cam, please. I'm trying to work. If you're going to play around on the ground could you do it someplace…away?" Her hands race frantically over the keyboard of her laptop. Every so often her eyes flicker to him and then back to the screen.

Cam shakes his head, exasperated, and shifts uneasily. "No, Sam. I'm not playing around. I'm trying to propose, here!"

"Well, it can wait!" Sam shoots back before digesting his words. Her hands hover above the keyboard. She blinks. "Wait. What? What did you say?"

"I said," Cam says slowly, emphasising each word, "I'm trying to propose."

Sam's eyes widen. Her face flushes red. She swallows. "Oh. Uh…go on, then."

Cam shakes his head in mild disbelief and then kneels down again. He looks up at Sam, taking in her features – her unruly blonde hair, her dazzling blue eyes and her soft smile – and then he feels it. (This is right. This is how it should be.)

He smiles and props open the box containing the diamond ring he'd purchased a month earlier in preparation for this day. "Sam, will you marry me?"

She inhales sharply and her eyes shine with emotion. She nods. "Yes. Yes, I will."

Cam's smile widens. He stands up to place the ring on her finger and kisses her, his arms wrapping around her waist. When he pulls back finally, he can see the love in her eyes and his heart expands. He nods at the laptop lying forgotten on her desk. "Okay, I'm done. You can go back to work now."

Sam lets out a short laugh and shakes her head. "Nuh uh. We're going to go do something. This calls for celebration." Taking his hand, she leads him out to the beginning of the rest of his life.

fin.