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"Well, you should," she says. "Really," she smiles coyly. As Don steps on her foot, I order dessert.

"The surprise," I say, "is gourmet red velvet cake."
 
The waiter returns with cake and filled champagne flutes for everyone. He opens a dark window panel to reveal the view below, and hands out cake and champagne to each of us and then quietly steps aside, but doesn't go far.
 
Not a moment later, a lady comes to our table and sits down a box, over your shoulder. You see the box, and not her, and i take the box in my hand. "Baby, I, uh....didn't do this right, but I wanted to." I get on one knee, and smile up at you.

"Lynn, you have become my world. You love me and take care of me whether I know I need it or not. You give me everything, and my life is only perfect with you in it, and with you in it, it IS perfect. Will you marry me?"
 
I place the ring on your finger and embrace you. I turn you around before you can address Don and Stacie. "Look here," I say, pointing to the lady that brought the box. You notice for the first time that it was your mother, and she just watched her little girl get engaged.
 
I hug Mom fiercely, crying. This was the best thing that ever happened, the sweetest thing you have ever done for me, hell the sweetest thing ANYONE has done for me. Mom holds me close as I cry my happy tears.
 
Stacie and Don stand up and move to hug you, Stacie wiping away tears. "We love you honey," she says. "You and Reece. Even though he's a stupid boy!" I tell you that your mom is here for the whole trip and she can hang out with you and Stacie while you shop.
 
I squeal and hug everyone, still crying. I can't speak, I'm too happy to do so. I hug you the longest, my body shaking with the sobs.
 
I laugh a loving laugh as I pat you along your side just over your hip, amused by the depth of your joy, loving this as I love everything you do. The restaurant slowly catches on to the scene in the corner window and sees you hugging me. Many of them begin clapping for us. For you.
 
"You're. . . you're. . . you're. . ." I keep trying to find the words to tell you what exactly you are, but I can't, blushing as I hear the restaurant clap for us. I begin crying again.
 
"Don't cry baby," I smile, tearing up myself and not knowing what else to say. "I'm what?" I ask, just holding you as Stacie starts to rub your back lightly.
 
I laugh and hug you back, as I smile and joke for the group. "Just got engaged, already impossible!" Your mom and the others laugh. "I'll do better next time, okay baby?" I brush your hair back from your eyes.
 
"I love you baby. I love you more than anything," I whisper and kiss your temple. I ask if the others mind waiting for us for a few moments, and I take your hand to walk outside. I walk you around the Wollman Rink near the Rockefeller tree and then slowly along the plaza toward the tree itself. I squeeze your hand as we walk.

"I, ah...I just wanted a minute with you alone," I smile. "I thank god every day that this pretty, sharp, wonderful, kind, giving, and sexy girl came home with me from the bar she happened to stop in one day." I scratch my head. "That may have sounded awkward," I stumble. "What I mean is, that I am so lucky and fortunate, and grateful that I have you, and I want you to know that as much as I can be a pest, and maybe I can't be perfect, I hope that you will let me love you and love on you forever, because forever," I break into an abrupt sob. "Forever doesn't feel like long enough, to think that I can have long enough....with you." I hug you one more time under the giant tree, tears in my eyes.
 
I am crying myself. "Oh, love," I whisper, hugging you back and kissing you. "Baby, I will love you forever and always."
 
I say nothing else, but just pull you into a deep, lingering kiss, surrounded by all the magic of Rockefeller Center and the plaza at Christmastime. I pat your butt and take in the scene. "You are perfect, baby." I smile. "Let's go celebrate." I pat your tummy, this time talking about food and wine. "Sorry little Reece."
 
I laugh and squeeze you tight to me. "My eyes are all puffy now," I say softly. "This is what happens when you make me cry!" My voice is light and I find your hand and squeeze it.
 
"Well you're beautiful still," I tell you. "I don't think anyone will think anything of it." I smile. "You are beautiful by the way." I slip my hand under your coat and up your side. "I'll prove it to you later," I wink. "I have an instrument that gauges these things." I grin, proud of myself.
 
I laugh heartily now. "Oh sweet love," I say, coughing a little. "Let's go back in, get me and the baby out of the cold."
 
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