I can't sleep. I'm too excited. You proposed to me today.

You PROPOSED.

To me.

Today.

I can't even believe it. So I'm in bed and I'm staring at the ring you bought me. It's vintage, gorgeous and everything I would have wanted in a ring. Your eyes were so nervous when you knelt down, like you didn't know I was going to say yes, but so full of love and excitement, like you already knew the answer. Which, of course you knew the answer.

There was never any other answer, it's always been yes.

You just let out the cutest little hum in your sleep and I have to smile at you, my heart warming even more, my body feeling like honey. You're out cold- exhausted from choreographing and the nerves and the celebratory sex.

You are completely adorable, Britt, and how on earth would there ever be any other answer than yes?

I have a ring, too, you know. Well, you don't know. You beat me to the punch again, like usual. You beat me to the punch with everything. You were the first one to make eye contact, you were the first one to make a move, you were the first one to initiate a kiss. I guess I was the first one to ask you out but you had already done the leg work. And we both silently decided when it was time to sleep together, making that move together. We move together well, you and I. Dancing, really.

We've been dancing together ever since our first date, the only real thing I beat you to. I took you out to a little hole in the wall restaurant that has the most amazing Italian food and you smiled at me all night. That smile that you get only when you look at me, your eyes bluer than ever, your happiness real and shining through.

Later on in our relationship when I told you how nervous I was you laughed at said I didn't seem nervous at all, I was cool and calm and sophisticated. You told me you were a bundle of nerves and you were scared you'd say something kooky and I'd be completely turned off and lose your number.

I thought you seemed effervescent and light, so I guess we're both just idiots.

I don't know why either one of us was nervous; we'd already sort of had a date at the party. You did say something kooky, but I loved it. I love it. After dinner I took you to another hole in the wall piano bar, I wanted to dazzle you and ask you for a dance but you ended up dazzling me right off the floor. That night you swept me off my feet and never put me back down.

I remember walking home with you, sweaty and exhausted but elated. You walked me to my door, waiting for me to open the gate again. I wasn't going to invite you up; I wanted this to be special. I knew it already was. But, I wanted to kiss you. Oh god, how I wanted to kiss you. You grabbed my hand in yours and held them down by our sides and squeezed as you told me what a wonderful night you had. We made plans for our next date, and you leaned in. I couldn't take my eyes off your lips, I was bursting with anticipation, but you turned away at the last second and kissed my cheek, again. You hovered, again. When you pulled away I was a little disappointed. You must have seen it on my face because you said "I never kiss on the first date…ever."

I smiled, and you brought my hand up to your lips and kissed it before smiling and walking away.

I was on cloud nine for days.

Our second date was just as spectacular; you planned everything and pointed out so many interesting things as we walked along, and while we sat in the restaurant. I never wanted you to stop talking. We took a cab, this time we went to your place first and I got out, choosing to walk back to my place as you had that first night.

This time, instead of grabbing my hands, you pulled me in for a hug. The feel of your body against mine took my breath away. As you pulled away, you kissed my cheek again and whispered in my ear, "I only kiss on the second date if I don't see anything serious happening."

Then you pulled away, your blue eyes sparkling, smiling that innocent smile, and said goodnight as you walked up to your door.

You set my body on fire with those words, and that smile.

We both got busy with work and our third date didn't happen until a week later. We texted, but didn't talk on the phone. I wanted so badly to see you, I hoped that we hadn't lost that spark that had started between us.

For our third date we both chose to do something we had never done in the city before. You took me to the natural history museum during the day, and I took you to the Yankees game at night. It was unbelievable from beginning to end. I knew right then that I wanted to spend every minute that I could with you, because after a whole day we only wanted more of each other.

We took the subway and walked back to my apartment. I waited for the hug or the hand holding and the kiss on the cheek, but you looked at me, really looked at me and said, "I only kiss someone on the third date if it feels like something special is in motion."

And then you leaned in and kissed me.

It was soft. Gentle. Everything a first kiss should be.

The spark hadn't died, instead it ignited between us. You pulled away and smiled that smile. You took my breath away, again. You opened your mouth to say something, but I didn't let you. You made me wait three dates to kiss you and damnit I was going to kiss you. I put my hand on your face and pulled you to me, kissing you again. It was still gentle, but there was more umph in this kiss.

We broke apart and this time you were breathless. Your eyes were on fire, we both felt it. I said goodnight. We had already made plans for our next date on the ride home.

I felt your eyes on me as I walked into my apartment.

That was the night I knew I never wanted to stop kissing you.

So, I did have a ring. I do have a ring. I am going to give it to you like I planned. I bought it two weeks ago and have been coming up with the perfect way to ask you. I designed it, actually. It's not vintage like mine, but I know you'll love it. I hope you love it. I don't want to give it to you right away though; I want to make it special. I don't want you to think that I'm only giving it to you because you gave one to me. I want to propose. I want to do this right. I want to go through with my plan. And I will. But, now every time you look at me, I'll want to do it right then in that instant.

You always ask me if I know what I do to you, but Britt, I don't think you know what you do to me.

I should have seen it coming though. Not only do you beat me to everything, but you were acting really weird lately. You've also been working a lot and nervous about the show. You're adorable when you're nervous, babe. Your eyes crinkle and your mouth is set in a straight line most of the time because you're over thinking. You smile at me, or frown given the context, but everything else is just a line across your face.

I really should have seen it though, you were acting weirder than normal and not laughing at my jokes, out of pity or otherwise, and you seemed distracted.

And then you got down on that knee and that was it.

You just started snoring, breaking me out of my day dreaming. It's that quiet little snoring that you do when you're really tired. You don't believe me when I tell you that you snore, no one else has ever told you that before. But, you do. It's not loud, and it's never for long, but it's there. It's adorable. I listen to it for a few minutes; I can feel your heat next to me, your legs tangled with mine.

You start to move in your sleep and the snoring stops. You must have woken yourself up a little bit, because the next thing I know you're burrowing into me. You're still asleep, which is even more adorable.

Your body ever attuned to mine, always aware of where I am.

I can feel the exhaustion seeping into my bones now. The disbelief wearing off a little bit. It'll never really wear off, I'll never fully understand why you picked me, but I'll be grateful for it every day.

I turn over and snuggle into you and breathe you in. You smell like home, and sunshine, and everything that's good in this world. And you smell like me, and sweat and sex, and all of it combined makes me dizzy.

You proposed to me.

There's a ring on my finger.

We are getting married.

A/N: I love you all so much! **blushes**