Amelia didn't believe him, her eyes skittish and her voice tinged with doubt, "Really?"
"Mmhmm, come here."
Only then did she crawl over, but instead of resting her head on the pillow, she found a comfortable spot in the crook of his shoulder, closed her eyes, and hummed, "Daniel Cooper, does your earlier offer to become my take on my surname still stand?"
"What, finally willing to marry me?"
She chuckled softly, "Mr. Cooper, taking on someone's surname is just marrying into the wife's family. It should be you marrying into mine."
"You're right, but," he suddenly sat up halfway, his gaze burning into her eyes, "Ms. Foster, are you proposing to me?"
Amelia, "..."
Taken aback for a moment by the man's intense look that left her slightly rattled, she let out an awkward chuckle, "Let's not count it then; after all, I haven't prepared a ring today."
"No matter, I have one."
