Dedicated to my own Mushroom. Roman, I love you.

"I want breakfast in bed tomorrow." Meghan told Jake as she drifted off to sleep, cuddling up to his chest.

Jake smiled and pulled her closer, his arm resting on her shoulder. The love of his life was in his arms and there to stay, he was going to make sure of it. He'd planned on proposing to her for the third time, next week, on the day they went to visit her parents all those years ago. When she finally told them that she was dating this amazing guy and that no matter what they said, she wasn't going to break up with him.

The memory always put a smile on his face. The girl in his arms was a work of art. So sure about what she believed in, most of the time, and so strong about her opinions about the world, about society, about everything. This girl, who captured his heart, held it in her palms and held it there so preciously like a grenade that couldn't be dropped. She was an expert grenadier and he loved her for it.

He kissed her forehead as she snored slightly, he laughed at how perfect she felt against him.

He put his head above hers, his lips touching the crown of her head as he kissed her hair and enveloped himself in her shampoo's alluring scent. He inhaled as much of it that he could in that one intake and closed his eyes and joined her in their perfectly perfect slumber.

At some point into the night, Meghan woke up in cold sweat, frantically looking for her parents mumbling 'mommy' and 'daddy.' She woke Jake up with the noise and she cried in his arms.

"I'm right here, Meg. I'm here." He said as he ran his hand up and down her back, trying to comfort her.

The death of Meghan's parents struck her hard. She was out with Jake that day, picking up the new golf club her dad had wanted. When they got to her parent's home he was on the old Prussian bluebell rug, dead from a stroke. Her mother was still out grocery shopping.

Her mother suffered cardiomyopathy for about the month after her father's funeral before following his footsteps.

It took a while for Meghan calmed down and it didn't annoy Jake. He was used to it, the episodes had gotten less frequent over time and she was accepting their deaths slowly, in her own time. If anything, it made him love her even more. Meghan had always had a hard time expressing her emotions and seeing her in this fragile state reminded Jake that she was real, real and his.

They went back to sleep and this time, Meghan was fully enveloped in Jake's arms, where she knew she was fully safe and away from the thoughts and dreams that scared her witless.

Jake always woke up a full two hours before Meghan, despite her protests that he needed the extra two hours because she kept him up the night before. He was used to it. He cooked for them because Meghan couldn't, because she didn't know how to cook anything that wasn't rice, boiled eggs or water. It didn't bother him in the least because he had tried her cooking once and preferred to not have to ever again. Unless she was cooking something her mom used to make.

When Meghan opened her eyes, she was alone. She sat up and hugged herself, even if it wasn't really that cold. She just missed the warmth provided by her muffin. Hers. Not anyone else's. Just hers.

Before she could think about it too much, the door opened, revealing Jake, carrying a tray that held breakfast.

"Good morning, chéri." He said to her, careful not to unbalance the tray.

She pouted as he placed the tray on the bedside table on his side of the bed and crawled back into the covers with her. "You didn't have to, Muffin."

He shrugged, grabbing a piece of french toast and feeding her a bite. "I wanted to, Meg."

She rolled her eyes and bit into the toast. "Well thank you, kind-hearted sir." She told him, kissing him with her toast-laden mouth.

Meghan checked her phone as Jake turned their tv on, hoping to catch some good movie.

"Oh my god. I'm late for work. Sarah is going to flip! I gotta get going." She tried to get out of bed but Jake's hand stopped her.

"I called and told her you were sick. I don't want you going to work after last night." His concern was written in his eyes and it melted Meghan as she sighed and went back to her place beside him, using him as a backrest of sorts as they sat up and searched for a movie.

They found a channel that was playing "The Addams Family", one of her favorite movies and decided they were going to watch it while eating breakfast.

Jake fed Meghan in utter sweet agony as her head rested on his chest and her right hand was tracing mindless circles on his abdomen. She looked adorable in his shirt and her pink pajama bottoms, and he just wanted to kiss her and love her forever.

When they finished breakfast, Jake had moved Meghan from beside him to on his lap with his arms around her waist. They had finished the movie and its second movie had (Addams Family Values) just started.

They were silent and content watching the movie, knowing that the other was right there.

The first time he proposed was after an intimate baby shower held by one of her friends. She was still in college so she told him that she just wasn't ready for it.

The second time was right after she graduated from college for her second degree. It was at the graduation party her parents had held for her and she'd downed a bit of wine to celebrate. She said no because it didn't feel like the right time. She claimed they weren't financially stable enough to get married, despite the fact that he'd been working for about the same time she'd been studying for her second degree.

But now, both of them have had stable jobs for about two years and Jake knew it was high time they got married. 'Twelve years together and still not married?' His friends and family would always ask him. He'd always respond with a hug. Meghan was right about not being ready the first two times but if she'd say no this time, he'd decided he would draw the line.

Meghan knew Jake wanted kids. She wanted them too. She wanted little kids that looked like them both but she was worried about how they were going to survive. She could barely refer to herself as an adult. Being constantly babied by your boyfriend isn't exactly a sign that pointed to anything that was anywhere near being ready for marriage and having a family of your own.

Meghan turned away from the tv, her upper body twisted to face Jake. He looked down at met her eyes, trying to ignore the fact that he had an excellent view of her cleavage from that vantage point.

"I love you." She said, giving him a hug.

He prodded her to completely face him, her legs on either side of his waist and hugged her back, whispering the three words into her ear, adding a playful bite of her earlobe.

They soon went back to watching the movie in silence and in their original positions, but this time, their fingers were intertwined and Jake was kissing forehead repeatedly.

"How long have we been together?" She asked him.

"Twelve years, honey." He responded, kissing her again.

Meghan laughed and hid her face in the crook of his neck, "I'm such an idiot." She exclaimed, giggling bitterly.

"Why is that?"

Meghan took a deep breath and met his green eyes, smiling sadly.

"I've been leading you on for years and I don't want to do that anymore."

"Oh?" His eyebrows raised in question. He had no idea what she meant.

Another deep breath followed by the spilling of Meghan's tears.

"Will you do me the biggest favor ever and marry me, Jake?" She asked him.

Jake didn't know what to say. He didn't expect her to propose. He didn't think she was ever going to do something like this. He was sure that even the god upstairs spit out his coffee when she asked him to marry her. It was an un-Meghan thing to do. And yet it felt so-

"Are you going to answer me or not?"

"M-Meg, I-I don't know what to say. It's all so sudden and-"

She laughed at him. "You're starting to sound like me, Jake."

He grinned and pulled her in for a kiss. One that was infused with longing and need.

They broke apart for air and he said yes.

"Yes Meg, I will marry you." He proclaimed, reaching for the drawer on his bedside and taking out a book that had been there for months.

"I know you're going to have to go with the norm and buy the rings because you're the guy but I just felt like you would never pick the right time to do it so I did it for you." Meghan confessed.

He shook his head and smiled, giving her the book.

She opened the book and saw that it wasn't really a book. It looked like one but the inside was made to fit a single ring in its traditional velvet cushioning.

"I was planning to propose next week, but you beat me to it, you freaking competition whore." He berated her as he took the ring from its container and slipped it on to her finger.

She stuck her tongue at him and he rolled his eyes and kissed her before she could put the tongue back in to her mouth.

The movie lay forgotten, playing in the background. Poor Debbie.

Oh my god. It only took me like, three hours to write this, no biggie. XD Reviews are appreciated.