The constant back and forth between Jesse's flat and her own was beginning to wear on her nerves. She was used to having an overnight bag at work for if an urgent case arose, but having to live out of one was tedious. It became exceptionally challenging when half her belongings were constantly misplaced at either household. If she had to spend one more morning rushing through their flats to find her brush she was going to lose it.

She thought about proposing to him herself, but to do so was only an acceptable tradition in Ireland on Leap Year. And, seeing as they were neither in either of their native's country or expecting a 29th day to February, Fallon couldn't bring herself to ask. It was her who broke their "engagement" last time, after all. Flat out asking for her ring back left her feeling uncomfortable.

Best to just wait, then.

Fallon was halfway undressed, her pants discarded and her hair a mess, when Jesse spoke from her bed. Casting him a curious look, she reached for his trousers and patted the pockets until she found the small box. She knew he kept the transfigured daisy ring, but was beginning to wonder if he had forgotten about the promise of a matching set. One peek inside the box proved he hadn't.

"Are you ...?" Proposing? Although she had fantasized about this exact moment more times than she cared to admit throughout the past few months, being undressed and wholly unexpecting of it wasn't what she imagined.