more than i can hold in my heart.

sure.

a/n: henlo. i wanted to rlly share this precious lil fic qwq.

hope yall like it!!

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prompt: person A is really shy about proposing so they just slip the ring on while person B is asleep.

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Ben Warren is sure.

As he looks at his girlfriend, Miranda Bailey, he is sure.

He is sure that she is the woman he wants to spend his life with. He is sure that she is perfect for him. He sure that she will say yes.

She turned around to him and winked, before turning back to talk to the patient she was with.

Ben Warren is sure.

But he's nervous. His palms are sweaty and his heart is beating fast. In his white coat pocket, the box with the extremely elegant and beautiful silver ring suddenly feels heavy.

He knows it's perfect. It's just right.

He just can't help but think of the worst.

What if she's not ready? Her first marriage failed after 12 years, leaving her alone for quite some time, which is a huge mistake on Tucker's part, but a really good thing for Ben.

Maybe Miranda loves him and wants to marry him, but what if she can't, yet? What if she says no?

Ben closed his eyes briefly and tried to forget about the small box in his pocket.

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"Hey, you ready to go?" Miranda's soft voice reached Ben as he jumped slightly, discreetly pocketing the engagement box he was staring at.

"Yeah, babe, lemme just get my coat." He stood from the bench, and grabbed his coat and bag.

Ben smiled as he saw Miranda in her red blouse and tight jeans. She was stunning. He can't believe she was his.

"Hey, beautiful," he whispered before pulling her into a mind-melting kiss.

Miranda giggled as they pulled away. "What was that for?"

"I love you."

The short woman beamed. "I love you too, Ben."

"Let's go."

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It's been two weeks, and Ben has yet to find the perfect timing.

He stared at the woman brushing her teeth in their bathroom. Miranda's hair was all over the place, and she was wearing his shirt, which barely covered her ass and legs.

"What are you staring at, Gas Man?" She spoke through the toothpaste foam, before she spit in the sink.

Ben shrugged. "Just admiring my lady."

Miranda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. No need to overdo it, man. I know you love me."

He stood from the bed, and hugged her from behind. He heard her breath hitch as her smile grew wider. Ben smiled too; he loved that he still had that effect on her, even after almost two years together.

"I do love you, Miranda. I love you very much." He kissed her shoulder, feeling her shudder.

She hit his shoulder. "Let me finish brushing my teeth."

Ben smirked, continuing to kiss and nip her neck and shoulder. "Why, are you distracted?"

Miranda moaned softly. "Benjamin Warren."