Connor was discharged from hospital today, after he woke up a week ago. I made sure that he was comfortable in bed. I am still happy that he is alive, I don't know that I will do without him. My mother still doesn't know about the engagement, I know how she will react to it. I know that she still thinks that Will is the best one for me, but she doesn't seem to know that he lost everything. Will he still be the best one now?
I look at the engagement ring in Connor's hand, a beautiful petite twist diamond, in white gold. "I know that this isn't romantic either but its better this time that I have it in my hand proposing to you" he smiles at me, he is still all bearded, he hasn't shaved yet due to still recovering. "Will you be my wife?" he asks me again for the second time, smiling at me
