John wasn't a crier, so there really was no surprise in the fact that his eyes were dry as she cried. That, however, was not how he showed emotion and the fact that he at all was able to get through that confession and proposal was a miracle. For once - and that may be the only time - he was able to let raw feelings guide him through the words that she deserved to know. It wasn't just because she was pregnant. It was because he loved her. It was because that is what he wanted for them. He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life, anywhere, any time in any way. Having her as his wife was all he could ever ask for.

He got to his feet and pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her passionately, his lips crushing hers. John brought his hands to her cheeks, wiping away her tears even as he kissed her, ignoring the flush of embarrasment at his emotional confessions. He knew it was right. To hear her agree. To hear her love him in return. It was all that ever matter. It was all he would ever ask her for. "I love you," he murmured in standard again.