This is a request from rockonbabe !! Hope you enjoy babes!!

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You sipped on your water bottle as you stared out at the rolling waves before you. You felt Jon's calloused hand on your bare thigh, and you felt truly at home here, on the beach with him. It was such a cliche setting for a picnic such as this, but, as much as you dissed cliches, you loved this date more than any other you two had had.

   Jon was carelessly stuffing the trash from your meal into the basket. You watched him, entranced by his every movement. Somehow, he managed to make picking up a juice box wrapper look cute. You placed your hand on top of his, marveling at how that boy was yours.

   He looked at you with a smile that only he could give, pulling down the flap of the picnic basket. He looked down at the blanket you two were sitting on, giggling. "How is it possible for one human being to make so many crumbs?"

   You looked down and saw that you had indeed made crumbs. Lots of them, in fact. You carelessly brushed them away. "What crumbs?"

   Jon rolled his eyes, shaking his head with that same Jon grin. He looked away and at the waves, rubbing your thigh absently.

You noticed that he was a lot more thoughtful than usual today. Not thoughtful in the sense of doing favors or being kind, but thoughtful in the sense that he looked, well, in thought. This whole date, he seemed to have a faraway look on his face.

   In reply, you lightly touched his shoulder. "What are you thinking about?" you wanted to know.

   Jon visibly colored slightly. "Oh, it's nothing."

   "Tell me!" you responded, playfully shaking him by the shoulder. All of a sudden, you were struck with the fear that whatever was on his mind was bad. Your relationship had been progressing beautifully, so if he had some issue or wasn't happy. . . Oh God, was he breaking up with you?

   He must've seen your expression change from curiosity to panic, since he grinned and said, "It's nothing bad, (Y/N). God, you worry too much."

   You let out a breath of air you hadn't even realized you had been holding. "Well, when my boyfriend stares off into space and insists he's not thinking about anything, what other logical conclusion should I come to?"

"I said I'm never leaving you. You should know me enough by now to know I mean that."

Somewhat guilty at your anxious nature, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "You're right. I'm sorry."

There was a bit of silence between the two of you.

"So, can you tell me, then?" you prodded gently. Jon was like a deer. A gentle delivery was necessary for him to open up to you. One wrong word and he would emotionally retreat, keeping his thoughts secret from you.

"Well," he began hesitantly, "I've just been thinking. About our future."

"What about our future?"

"Like. . .where we go from here. Marriage, kids, the whole nine yards. I realized a bit ago that we've never discussed any of that, even though I've been thinking about it for a long time." He rested his hands on his thighs, and you could see them trembling slightly.

The fact that he had thought about those things too made your heart light up. "Okay."

You grabbed his hands to stop the trembling, offering him what you hoped was a comforting smile. "So, let's discuss it, then."

Your openness seemed to make Jon relax. He exhaled, briefly touching his forehead to yours. "Okay. So, is marriage something you're open to?"

His delivery was cautiously optimistic, and you grinned at the sheer absurdity of him even being cautious in the first place. Everyone could see how head over heels for him you were, although it seemed like he himself was the one exception to the "everyone" generalization.

With a squeeze of his hands, you replied: "Yes, I'm very open to it."

Jon relaxed even more, breathlessly laughing as he was consumed by relief. "Awesome. Um. . .would you wanna do it sooner or later?"

Unsatisfied with his first phrasing, he amended with a shake of his head: "I mean, would you be ready now? Or is this a 'don't rush it' sort of thing for you?"

"I don't think of marrying quickly as 'rushing it.' I've found the one for me, and I am so confident in that answer that I would run to the courthouse with you and do it right now. I know that you might be at a different place in that regard, but just know that I'm ready whenever you are."

You were thrilled that Jon had even brought the concept up, but your euphoria spiked when you saw him pat his sweater pocket, seemingly checking for the presence of a key item.

A ring, perhaps? You tried not to get your hopes up, since Jon was notorious for losing his car keys. So, a quick pat to whatever pocket he had stored them in was commonplace. But today, his brief search felt different. Whether that feeling was based off of logic or delusion, you didn't know.

As a way to refrain from skyrocketing into the dangers of high hopes, you told yourself that he would not propose today. After all, this was the first time he'd brought the topic up. Usually, when couples get engaged, they have a general idea that their future spouse will say "yes" before popping the big question. And why would Jon purchase what was likely a very expensive ring, just to ask a question that he didn't know you'd say "yes" to?

Despite the obvious unconventionality of the moment, when Jon pulled a velvet box from his sweater pocket, muttering the words "I'm ready now," you weren't surprised in the least bit. Your excuses for dismissing the possibility of a proposal were enough to prevent a huge let-down at the end of the day, but they clearly did not end up overriding your intuition. Jon was an unconventional man, but he was in the best way.

You weren't shocked about this turn of events, no, but you were certainly emotional. Your hands flew to your mouth, and your whole body seemed to be set ablaze with an electrifying sensation of love.

With a chuckle, Jon grabbed your hand and pulled you up so that the two of you were standing.

To you, the whole world stood still. Every sound around you was dulled, and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears when the love of your life got down on one knee and opened the box.

Your eyes were greeted by a beautiful ring. The band was silver, and the diamond positioned in the middle of the ring was just perfect. It was large enough to look fancy and luxurious, but not too large to look garish and unfashionable. The sunlight reflected on it in such a lovely way that you could feel your mouth fall open.

"(Y/N)," your (for now) boyfriend began, a smile gracing his lips at your reaction, "I've never felt so in love before. You make life worth living, and I've never felt more motivated to get up every morning and succeed. You keep me grounded, you make me laugh, and, most importantly, you show me the same love back."

He had that hopeful glint in his eye that you adored, holding back tears as he lifted the box further, almost offering it to you. "So, will you show me that love for the rest of my days and marry me?"

You felt no hesitation as you responded with an enthusiastic "yes." That's how you knew that this was meant to be. Otherwise, your mind wouldn't accept this decision so willingly. Jon was your forever thing, and you were relieved to know you were his as well.

   You offered him your hand as he hopped up excitedly. He slipped the ring onto your finger, beaming at how it looked on you. "Do you like it?" he asked hopefully.

   "I love it. And that's an understatement."

   Overcome with emotion, you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his.

   He kissed back, one hand around your waist while the other ran through your hair. He whispered "I love you" between each kiss, and your heart swelled as you realized that he truly meant it.

   He, sadly, pulled apart first. "What about kids?" he asked suddenly. "Are you opposed to that?"

   You grinned, pecking his lips. "Not opposed at all. We'll get to that on our honeymoon, right?"

   He smiled back, his being comparatively more sly. "Why wait that long?"

   You laughed as he attacked you with more kisses. You tangled your fingers up in his luxurious hair, sighing happily. You never imagined that your life would turn out this amazing; if you had told your past self of the type of love you had found, she would probably accuse you of lying.

   You didn't know what you had done to deserve such a blessing from God (or whatever the hell gave you Jon), but by God, you'd cherish that blessing for the rest of your days.

   And you'd so as Mrs. Bongiovi.