Sooo sorry for the late update!..but here it is..

By the time I reached home, I found Connor and Dawn watching TV and reminded them that it's bedtime soon. With eyes still glued to the TV, they simply said ok and I chuckled; I knew that I will need to drag them away from the TV later.

I went upstairs and found Buffy in the nursery, rocking Aidan to sleep. I approached her quietly and placed my hands on her waist.

"Hey", I whispered, kissing her cheek.

"Shhhhh…he just went to sleep".

She rocked him for a few more minutes before finally putting him in his cot. She turned and hugged me as I buried my face in her neck, inhaling her delicious scent. We walked out of the nursery hand-in-hand and into our bedroom.

"So, how was Harry?" she asked.

"It was alright", and went on to briefly tell her what he asked as I peeled off my clothes and threw them in the hamper, making sure it actually went inside the hamper.

I then took a quick shower before slipping on comfortable sweatpants and wifebeater. In the fifteen minutes I took to shower, Buffy had heat up my dinner and managed to get the kids to go to bed. She accompanied me while I ate, sharing what she did for the day.

Two hours later, we were both in bed making out before eventually giving into our desires, worshipping each other until we physically couldn't.

Much later in the night, I was staring at the ceiling when I felt her stir in my arms, turning on her side so that her back was facing me. She had dozed off twenty minutes earlier and I was oddly wide awake.

I turned to my side and moved closer to her so she was against my chest, my arms spooning her around her waist. She curled into me and I smiled, kissing her temple. I looked down at her sleeping form and it hit me; I want to marry her.

I began to imagine being a husband again and this time to the woman that I love with everything I have and truly in every sense of the word; my soul mate. I found myself smiling; the thought of calling Buffy my wife isn't such a bad idea. I leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder before allowing sleep to come to me.

I spent the next few weeks looking for the perfect ring for her. I saw a few beautiful rings at Tiffany's and Harry Winston but none of it appealed to me. Buffy was a special and incredible woman and she deserves an exquisite ring.

I remembered one of my father's friends; Kieran Gallagher was a jeweller so I contacted him to see if he had any unique diamond rings. He said he has one but has never put it up for sale simply because it was special to him.

After explaining it was for my wonderful Buffy and hearing my sincere proclamation of love for her, he felt compelled to show it to me. He sent me a picture of the ring and the moment I saw it, I knew that this was the ring.

Two hands held a crowned diamond heart. I've seen the ring before. My grandparents wore a silver band with identical design as their wedding rings. I called Kieran back and he explained that it was a Claddagh ring, iconic with the Irish people.

In the old days, couples would wear it with the heart pointing towards them to let other people know that they were taken…that their heart belonged to someone else. Mine definitely belonged with Buffy. I told him immediately that I will take it.

What the ring stands for truly represents what Buffy means to me.

The hands represent friendship; something I had with her for a long time. She was the first, true friend I made when I first came to Hollywood, helping me, guiding me and she is among the people I credit for my success. Her show gave me my first big break which allowed me to have my own show and a career that has spanned over 20 years.

The crown represents loyalty and that she is; fiercely loyal and protective to people she cares about. When my marriage broke down or I was down in life or was facing a hard time, people I thought were friends weren't there for me but like a beacon, she was. Sure, life got in the way but when it mattered, when I needed someone, she was there.

The heart represented love which was what we have. I thought I had loved before but the love we shared was truly special. It was not like anything I felt before. A love so unconditional that I don't think I could be without her. She is literally my other half.

When the ring arrived two weeks later, it looked more beautiful than the picture. I began to plan my proposal. It had to be perfect.

I decided to do it on her birthday. I wanted to take her away; away from Hollywood, away from our wonderful chaotic life where it will be just the two of us. I recalled the plan I had to whisk her away during our one-year anniversary and I thought it was perfect.

I spoke to Joyce and asked if there was a place in New York that was special to Buffy and she said there was a park near their old neighbourhood where Buffy's father used to bring her all the time before he passed. The park held special memories for her and she would visit it every time she was in New York. That is where I will propose to her.

I started making the necessary arrangements and rebooked the romantic activities and restaurants I had originally planned to bring her.

The wait for New York felt long and excruciating for me; like I could not wait to propose to her. I was like an excited little kid counting the days to go on a trip except I was a grown man with five kids. There were so many times I told myself to keep my cool so that she doesn't suspect anything.