His mood is kind of crappy to. He has a few bad scenes he just can't get right and he just hates it when that happened. It makes him feel disappointed of himself. And the fact that Jared isn’t there, to say the things that only he knows to say, that would make everything okay, well, it sucks. Big time.

"Jare?" he calls the second he opens the door.

"In the bedroom!" Jared yells in return and it's totally stupid how fast he gets a smile on his face.

When he opens the door to their bedroom, the sight in front of him makes his smile even wider. The room is almost completely dark except for a few candles that are shining. There are red leaves spread all over the room and Jared is sitting on the bed with a giant grin on his face.

"What's all this?" he asks as he slowly walks toward the bed. 

"Sometimes, I don't even realize how I got you. How the hell someone so beautiful and smart and amazing has chosen me to be with?" Jared says and the smiles on both of their faces just get bigger with every word Jared says.

"Jared?" he asks. Confused, but Jared isn't listening. He just keeps talking.

"With every day that passes, I realize how happy I am. I know that I'm the luckiest person alive to get you. That there is no other person in the world that gets to hold you after we make love and whisper all kinds of stuff to your ear that makes you smile and laugh. That I'm the only one that makes you scream and moan and whimper and beg. That every time we make love, you mark me as your own. It makes me happy. That I can feel you inside me all the time. That I'm the only one that knows exactly how you look when you come, that gets to see you the first thing at the morning and the last thing at night."

"Jay? Come on… where’s all of this coming from?" he asks again but Jared's smile just gets bigger and Jensen can see tears in Jared's eyes and he honestly doesn’t know if this is a bad thing or a good thing.

"Jen, baby, it's fucking pathetic how much I need you. Every second your not with me, every second I don’t have the privilege of looking at you, touching you, is torture. I love you. I love every single thing about you. Everything" And then Jared stops and just looks at him. Those big brown-green eyes staring at him. And there is a single tear that makes its way from the corner of Jared's eye and down his cheek. "Jensen Ross Ackles. The only person I want to live my life with. The one and only I want to get old with." Jared gets off the bed and kneels next to it. It's just then that Jensen realizes what Jared is holding in his hand.

"Will you marry me?"

And okay, this right here? This is how Jensen defines happiness. Pure simple happiness.

For a minute he totally forgets that this is the part when he's supposed to answer.

"Jen? Ummm… this is a really good time to say 'I do' or something." Jared words remind him where he is, and what is the only thing he could say?

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck yes," he answers. 'Cause, come on, is there any other answer?

Jared grabs Jensen's hand and slips the ring onto Jensen's finger. Jared then gets up and they face each other. Jensen can barely breathe before Jared's mouth is on his. And it’s the best kiss ever. Now mixed with tears that run from both their faces.

"You know…" he whispers in Jared's ear. And it's the only thing he could say. 

He always was the one that didn’t managed good with words. But the thing is, Jensen doesn't need words. He knows that Jared gets it. That Jared knows just how much he loves him. Just how every touch makes him feel. And Jensen can say 'I love you' a million times and still never manage to say just how much.

"Yeah. I know. Me too," Jared whispers back. Slow and sweet. And every word sends a shiver down Jensen's back.

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The night is probably the best night they both have ever had. Filled with so many feelings. They make love so many times. Not wanting to ever pull far enough to let go. Can't stand not touching. And it's not nearly enough. They look for more ways to touch, to please each other, to make each other scream louder, push harder.

The smile never leaves their faces.

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