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The Manor (DudeMeister&SHARPii)

Harper nodded her head. "I think you could use a vacation." She said softly. "Maybe you should see if you could try to get time off during the winter holidays? I mean, I'll be free of the beloved rugrats then until the new year, so we could go somewhere maybe." She suggested. Even Harper sometimes shocked herself in how well she made food. The meatloaf was divine and the gravy/sauce she made following her mother's recipe to a T tasted almost exactly the way she made it, but it'd never be the same of course. After all, her mother's cooking would always be different but she was just glad her recipes weren't lost.

After filling her stomach full, she sipped her water and looked to him. "And you look delicious as always." Her fingers crept towards his tie, resisting the urge to pull him to her by it. "I'd love to. I don't know though what's playing newly though. I can go check once this is all cleaned up though."
 
"Alright, let me help you out than" he said, getting up and helping her wash the dishes. He looked to her and smirked. Although he loved and appreciated her on a emotional level, he still couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"As for the vacation...that depends on a couple of factors" he said, reaching into his pocket.
 
Nodding, Harper stood and collected their dishes. She put the leftovers in containers to be refrigerated and then gathered all the dishes to be cleaned in the sinks. The baking pan she used to bake the meatloaf, the one pan she used to saute the vegetables a little bit in some flavors of their own before baking them with the meatloaf and then the pan used to make the sauce, along with the serving plate and their dishes. Not much and she busied herself in it. She didn't look at him, even if she did feel his gaze on her which made her cheeks redden just a tad. Even after these two years, he still had such a hold on her. He always would.
"Oh? And what factors are those? I know you're still relatively new at the firm but surely if you asked in advance, they'd be able to give you the vacation, right? I mean that's how it works, I am sure." She had already cleaned the big pots and the baking dish and put them to the side to dry before moving to the serving plate and their plates and utensils.
 
"Well no...I'm sure they'd give me the time off if I ask for it..." he said, pulling out something from his pocket

"...it just sorta rides on your answer to this question" he said, moving on one knee and opening up the small black box with a ring in it

"Harper Collins...will you marry me?" he asked her
 
"What question? Hawthorne what are you--" She started as she dried her hands and turns in his direction. Only she found him not at her eye level but far below it. He was down on one knee and before he even asked, she saw the box in his hands, the ring that was exposed to her and her eyes widened. Her breath was taken from her and she forgot to breathe for a moment as she absorbed the entire situation. Then he asked the very question many or some women wish to always hear. Harper was one of them and she found it with Hawthorne.

It seemed cliche but by natural inclination and just the surprise of it all, her eyes watered a bit. Harper hadn't been expecting this at all and neither had she pushed for it. But here it was. A couple of tears rolled down her cheeks, she thankful for not wearing so much more than just a bit of eyeliner and lipstick usually since then there'd be no heinous mascara stains. Her lips, parted in her shock, trembled and soon formed a shy and tearful smile l shock and well, mostly just absolute happiness. Bliss. She had found it. She had found bliss.
 
He stood there. From her reaction he had a good feeling that she'd say yes. You know how they (whoever 'they' is) say that when you are about to die you see your entire life flash before your eyes? Well, for Hawthorne it was like that, accept he saw what he hoped would happen if she said yes. They'd get married, have kids, and grow old together. From someone who had experienced everything from being perpetually stuck in the friendzone, to being an uber womanizer, to having the one steady relationship and meaningful relationship, he knew what he wanted. He wanted Harper to be his wife...but all of that hoping had to wait until she said yes.

While all this was going on, his already pale face grew paler in anticipation as he waited for her answer, praying that she would say yes and complete him.
 
"Yes!" She finally managed to say, her words coming back to her in short but enough to give the answer she knew he was in most anticipation for, despite her rapid and enthusiastic head nods. She answered in excitement before she moved down to her knees before him. She sniffled and smiled, laughing softly before her hands cupped around his cheeks and she kissed him deeply. And in that kiss, everything she had hoped for since she was young enough to even stomach the idea of marrying a man (You know, the whole 'boys have cooties' thing) was coming true. A quaint family, consisting of her and her ultimate love, children running about driving them mad and they living a full life together. She thought when her mother was killed, her world had stopped. No, it had just begun, a new chapter. With Hawthorne, with her uncle and his wife, as well as their children. She was surrounded by so much love. It was all she had ever wanted. She made her career, found her love and now it was being cemented. Harper Collins was complete.
 
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