Father_OMalley looked out the window and watched the snow blowing on this cold March morning. New York was always cold in March but OMalley had a little extra warmth in his heart this morning. He smiled to himself and wistfully thought of his love.

OMalley came from a long line of Catholic Priests…(Let’s not get into how this is possible, something’s are better left unsaid), and from the earliest recorded histories on these shores, his family line had always been drawn towards another. His Fathers fathers father (etc) long ago pledged his soul to Jesus… But his heart… his heart had always belonged to Lizzie.

He grabbed his warm coat from the hall closet, bundled a scarf around his neck and grabbed a small velvet covered box from his kitchen table before heading outside and getting in the waiting limo. 

“Firefly headquarters please Steve” he said to the driver.

OMalley enjoyed the quiet drive over to HQ, trying to plan his words along the way. He wanted his offer to make her smile from the heart out, like she made him feel every day. When they arrived, he tipped the driver well, appreciating the silence he had offered. OMalley abhorred insignificant small talk. “Say something meaningful or dont say anything at all” was a personal credo of his, and his staff had long since learned that they were better off internalizing their thoughts around him unless he initiated conversation. They were always rewarded well for this.

He found Lizzie alone in her office, surrounded by a stack of ledgers on her desk and a whiskey at her fingertips. One of the things he loved about her was her work ethic. She would often work late into the night, pouring over the books, balancing budgets and making sure business was taken care of. She looked up at him as he entered the room and smiled over her books. That smile. That smile that started from her eyes and ended in his very soul. 

“Elizabeth,” he said softly and smiled back at her. “Lizzie…” 

He came around to her side of the desk, and gently took her hand, lifting it to encourage her to get to her feet.

“Stand up for a moment Sweetheart, I have something to ask you.”

As she rose, OMalley got down on one knee.

“Lizzie my love… our friendship has now spanned decades. So many years of being my person, my confidant and my friend. Through all those years, there has never been a time where you weren’t a part of my heart, but yet I let this collar and the cross stand in the way of declaring my love for you and my true wish of making you my wife. From today on I pledge that I will never let anything stand in the way of our love again…”

He paused, taking the little box from his pocket and opening it in front of her, displaying a gorgeous diamond ring.

“ Lizzie … will you marry me?”

Hopefully the answer is yes father O'Malley has been a great friend and gentleman for years and I wish him the best of luck, and the best of luck for Lizzie as well

Polio hears the lovely proposal from afar but can't make out if lizzie is next to @Fathe_OMalley or not

Did she say yes or did she run away?

Tapping her pencil on the page of her book as she reads through contemplating where five thousand dollars has gone missing from the business, the door knocks and in walks Father_OMalley with a huge smile on his face. She could see him trembling and instantly wondered whose ass she will have to kick for upsetting her dear friend. Only if she really knew that wasn't why.... but she was about to find out. 

As he approaches her and gestures for her to stand she still has no idea what he is about to ask. She stands before him and listens intently to his speech and as she is remembering the many years they have shared together and listening to his sweetness she sheds a small tear just as he pulls out the little box and opens it. 

Lizzie gasps. Is this really happening.. Is he really asking her.. did she just hear right? All sorts going through her mind at a hundred mile per hour. She smiles at him but cannot look at him directly, she is too shy and a little embarrassed because she did not see this coming at all. However, she is so happy and over the moon and feeling on top of the world in this very moment. 

She takes his hand and pulls him up but pauses for a moment. She take a deep breath and..

"Yes, OMalley, Yes. I will marry you. You have been my strength, my friend, and my whole wide world for many many years and we have watched each other go around round abouts and somehow always end up right here again." Lizzie smiles at him sweetly as he slides the ring on her finger. 

"You know, it took you long enough. I thought I was going to be on my death bed before you would pop this question. Time for a celebration?" Lizzie opens a bottle of champagne and pours two glasses. She downs that glass then pours another before those listening on the other side of the door burst in to join the party.  

Well! Congratulations to the happy couple!

Now, as Lizzie knows, the Stiffmeister has an achilles heel for cake - this being said, I'd be more than happy to provide you with a very special, personal cake for the big day. The piece de resistance is all of the secret ingredients I use *wink wink*

Congratulations to the happy couple.

Stiffler we need to organise a party, i'll turn up in my ice white socks ready for the pool but do we need anyone to sort the music or have we got that covered between us.

Lizzie can bring her sheep to do some vocals

When do we get to plan the bachelor party?

*burns down the church*

@Father_OMalley how could you?! DO I NOT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU!?!

Nuccio and his right hand man, Andy_Campo, both just arrived from Detroit, are being chauffeured to the Firefly headquarters. Father_OMalley's proposal and Lizzie’s acceptance have quickly made the rounds. Nuccio holds a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands; his dear friend Lizzie will be delighted. Andy_Campo, for his part, has brought a fine bottle of champagne as a gift for the newly engaged.

"Congratulations to you both!" says Nuccio after he and Andy have been taken to Lizzie's office. His serious words have a slightly jealous undertone.

lays a bed of roses at steps of church

vaya con dios my friend