Here it is, what you've all been waiting for. Don't worry that it's short, there's plenty more to come. I decided to split it up into a few chapters so I could give each one the attention it deserves rather than rushing and creating one big chapter. I hope you enjoy :)

Cains POV

I pull up outside the house after dropping Chas off at the pub. I was nervous, undoubtedly. I was about to ask the woman I love to marry me. I open the door to find Harriet on the sofa, watching tv.

"Hey gorgeous." I say, taking off my coat and sitting down next to her.

"Hey you" she replies, kissing me lightly on the lips. "Where have you been? I went to the garage and Debbie said she'd not seen you." She asked, making me even more agitated.

"I just had to run a few errands with Chas, that's all." I tell her, trying to avert anymore questions over my whereabouts.

"Oh, I've put some casserole in the oven, I thought you might be hungry." She says smiling. She had the cutest smile, that still got me every time.

"thank you." I say giving her another kiss. I leaned back contemplating on how to ask her.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit agitated." She asked, rubbing my thigh.

"I need to ask you something, something important." I confess, obviously making her slightly nervous.

"Okay.. should I be worried?" She asked, not having a clue what I was about to do.

"Well that depends." I say reaching into my back pocket.

"On?" She questions again.

"Whether you fancy becoming Mrs Dingle or not." I say, holding out the box in which contained the ring. I'd never really proposed before, not properly anyways. But I tried for her, none the less. She stood up and placed her hand over her mouth, clearly shocked.

Harriet's POV

I stood up, not knowing how to react. Nobody had ever asked me to marry them before and I didn't think for one second Cain would be the one to do it. Of course there was Ashley but I asked him. And he only agreed because there were so many people there, this time it was real. There were no beady eyed villagers surrounding us. No pressure built up on either side. It was just me and Cain.

I walk past him and over to the back door to let some air in. He looked at me with those big, brown, dream boat eyes clearly hurt and confused by my reaction.

"Well?" He asked, gesturing to the ring that now sat on the table.

"I can't, I'm sorry." I say, trying to head out the door but he grabs hold of my arm.

"Don't go, please." He says, tearing now forming in both our eyes. "Why can't you marry me, don't you want to?" He questions as we sit back down.

"Ashley." I say. " I proposed to him, in the church - in front of half the village. He only said yes so he didn't embarrass me. He told me afterwards he didn't love me and then got back with Laurel. I pressured him and when we broke up, it broke me. I can't go through that again" I admit, looking at him.

"I'm not Ashley and I could never break your heart. I love you Harriet and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I'm not pressuring you, if you don't want to - that's your call. But there's nothing I'd rather do than make you my wife." He tells me, forcing me to smile.

"Okay." I say, lifting his chin up with my finger. "I do fancy it." I added, smiling at him again.

"Fancy what?" He asks, evidently confused.

"Becoming Mrs Dingle."