Paul stood in the door, Ka-bar in hand, and grinned at Marcy as the raft continued to deflate until it was on the floor at their feet. Without a word he sheathed the knife, stepped forward to stand on the recently murdered raft and held out his arms. Marcy didn't hesitate for an instant. She launched herself across the distance, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips and began showering him with kisses.
"Mars? Mars! Marcy!” Paul said between kisses, which wasn't easy considering she had his head in her hands and her lips plastered to his.
She drew back just far enough to look into his twinkling eyes. “Yes, Paul?"
Paul gently eased her down off his waist onto her feet and took her face in his hands for a moment before stepping back to go down on one knee before her. He reached up and took the ring from her hand, kissed it, and looked up at her. “Margaret Helena Grayson, I love you with all of my heart. I always have. And I can't imagine going through this life without you by my side. Will you marry me?"
Marcy looked down at him. This was soooo much more what she had dreamed of back when she was a little girl orchestrating her Barbie's engagement to Ken and dreaming of her own proposal and wedding one day. Her tears fell so hard she almost couldn't see the man she'd loved absolutely forever. “Yes! Oh, yes, Paul. You know I will. I love you, too. I always have and always will.” She sniffed back her tears, gave a little hiccup and blinked. “Do I still get to keep the dog?"
She heard Paul roar with laughter an instant before she was swept up into his arms and kissed until the room was spinning around her and she forgot everything but the feel of his lips on hers and his arms holding her close. Which was why, when after a few moments Marcy became aware of the sound of applause, it took her a while to figure out what it was she was hearing.
As amazingly wonderful as being in his arms was right then, curiosity got the better of her and she slowly disengaged their lip-lock just enough to peek up over one of Paul's broad shoulders. Her eyes went wide. Now she understood why none of her neighbors had called the cops about the hippo butt in the front door… they were all in on it. Everyone from the whole block seemed to be standing in her front yard, along with several men in green army dress uniforms holding bottles of champagne and bouquets of flowers-more specifically, poinsettias in pots, as was appropriate for a Holiday Proposal. For Marcy that was better than roses. She gave a happy little sniff and buried her face against Paul's neck, her head resting on his shoulder and her arms fitting ever so nicely around his waist.
The fire crackled merrily in the fireplace as Marcy and Paul snuggled on the couch, Alex racked out cold on the floor at their feet. The last of the neighbors had left only a few minutes ago, encouraged by Paul's Army buds who had taken the hint of, “So, are you mooches ever going to get the hell outta here and give us some privacy?” in good stride, and translated it into the more politically correct, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I think we shouldn't overstay our welcome and let the newly-engaged have some time to themselves.” With much hugging and handshaking, congratulating and best wishing, they all filed out the door amid plans to meet for brunch the next morning.
"That was fun. You've got some great neighbors.” He nuzzled into Marcy's hair and pulled her even tighter against him.
"Yeah, I do. I'd always thought of them as a little bit too nosy, but I think I like having people around that I know. It's almost like living in a small town where everybody knows your business. I like your guys, too.” She snuggled down, burrowing into his arms as close as she could. “Are they going to keep you together when you're assigned or is everyone ‘to the winds'?"
"They're a great bunch, but they probably won't keep us together. We'll be sent to established units according to our skills and their needs. We haven't even gotten our MOSs yet.” He took another sip of the champagne and looked toward the door where everyone had filed out earlier. “I like knowing you have friends around while I'm gone. It's going to make it easier on me if I know there are people you can count on close-by."
"Whether I have these neighbors or not, I've still got Jeff and Sarah. And Mom and Dad are only a few hours away. And, I'm now wired in with the Officers’ Wives Club… Wow… I'm about to be an officer's wife.” She sat up straight and beamed at him.
"Marcy… you're really sure about all this? It's going to mean long stretches away from each other. You're young and you're going to want to go out and have some fun. And there's always the possibility of that knock on the door from the Chaplain's office…” His voice trailed off leaving the hard, cold facts laid out in front of them.
"I'm sure. I always have been. And it will be the same long stretch for you. Hey, I've got the women on base. They're always busy with some project or other. And the shooting club is coming along very nicely. We're actually thinking of entering some competitive meets. How'd you like to get outshot by a bunch of your wives and mothers, Oh Mighty Ranger of the South?” she teased lightly before going serious on him. “Plus, I do have friends from work and even a few from school who are in the area. I have family close to hand… and truthfully… where would I want to go without you?” She took his glass, finished off the champagne in it and set it on the end table before crawling into his lap. “As to that other consideration… hey… I could get hit by a bus or a lightning bolt tomorrow and you could live to be one hundred. No one's fate is written.” She turned his face toward hers and looked deeply into his eyes. “As long as you love me, I'll be fine. I'm an Army wife, you know."
Yes, she was an Army wife. Or would be just as soon as he could arrange it, definitely before he shipped OUTCONUS. He laughed to himself at how he even thought in military acronyms-Outside Continental United States. She was his, and it was his duty, his honor-and his pleasure-to see to her safety and security, whether fighting the bad guys over there, or filling out the paperwork that would take care of her over here.
But that could wait until at least the morning. Tonight they had other things that needed attention. Paul wrapped his arms around the wonderful woman in his lap, his woman, and they melted into each other.
Epilogue
Ranger Paul Callahan watched as the snow fell thick and silent. From his position as lookout at the opening of the shallow cave high in the mountains of Afghanistan, he could see far down the trail below them. He and his men had been lucky to find this defensible spot right before dusk and taken up shelter there for the night. A small crunch of boot on gravel alerted him that one of his teammates was coming to relieve him from his guard duty where he'd been hunkered down over his rifle for the last four hours. The man tapped him on the helmet and he moved aside to let him assume the overwatch position. Wordlessly he tapped back to acknowledge the silent change of watch and moved over to the other side of the opening. Although he was now free to return to the cave and grab some chow and rack time, he didn't move inside. Instead, he closed his eyes for a minute, let the tension drain from his neck and shoulders, and allowed his mind to shift out of guard mode to more pleasant thoughts.
Mail call had found them right before they went out again and their holiday packages from home had arrived. As always, Marcy had packed enough for not only him but extras that he could share with his men, and even enough for some of the locals. It was never easy being away from her at this time of year, but her traditional extravaganza of cookies and brownies, hand warmers, and homemade goodies sure did make it easier to bear until he could get back home and hold her in his arms. He made sure he always told her how much she meant to him, how having her as his partner in this world made such a difference in his life, but he wasn't sure she could ever truly comprehend just how much of a difference. She was the heart of his home. She was where he lived. No matter where his duty took his body, his soul was in her keeping.