Summary: What's that saying about the third time being the charm? The story and trouble leading up to happily ever after. Of course one wouldn't think Prince Charming would use his multilingual skills to get in the way, would you? Henry/OC Suju-M fanfic

A/N: A fanfiction a friend of mine wrote for another friend. I was supposed to just beta, but I ended up re-writing a lot. O_O Please help me edit it for errors. Thank you!

This totally belongs to Kelmel. Not mine, except for my edits.

Henry has always been a bit excessive at expressing his feelings. When he first confessed that he liked me, he overdid it by serenading me with a violin piece he composed. It was amazing and beautiful, no doubt about that, but a simple I like you would have made me equally happy. And when he said those three words, those eight letters, I thought I would have died of happiness. If only his courageous taking of our first kiss didn't end up in a meeting of lip and teeth instead. That's my Henry for you, so awkwardly clumsy, but that's just the way I like him.

It's been a couple of years since then, and my clumsy knight is still the star of my life. Actually right now, he's accompanying me home from our dinner date at my favorite sea-side restaurant. Its location-nestled by the sea cliffs, hugged by the calming ocean front and beach shore, and illuminated by the clear moonlight-is like a page out of every girl's fantasy. Henry's a true romantic-at-heart, but simply has too much pride to admit it.

As we walk home, hand in hand, he tells me about his recent mini concert. I was initially saddened because I wasn't able to attend the concert, but hearing him talk about the enthusiastic welcome of the audience and how successful it was with that passionate, proud awe on his face quickly washes away any lingering sorrow. The night cloaks many things but not quite the chill in the air. Henry, the gentleman he is, notices my discomfort and shrugs off his jacket, wrapping me in it, making sure to roll up the cuffs so we can still link hands. I smile down at his silly action and he looks up at me, frowning so cutely I have to lean down and kiss it away, "What?" he says, "You always said my hands were your own personal heaters, right?"

I laugh, claiming that heater of mine and burrow into the warmth of the jacket, breathing in his scent. It smells just like him; the blending of his body wash and the cologne I gave to him on our first year anniversary. The softness and warmth of this feeling is almost like being enveloped within his arms, I steal a peek up at him and grin to myself, almost. As we near my house, I can see the dim porch lights flickering on.

"Hey, baby…" He suddenly says.

"Mhm…?" I look up and meet with those brown eyes of his that are suddenly staring intently into my own. Later on, I would remember that a part of me had questioned this sudden change in character, wondering what had spurred the serious look on his face, but right now I only raised a brow in confusion, "Yes, Henry?"

"我爱你,嫁给我好吗?" He softly says to me, his voice is so quiet I almost don't hear him; even despite the silence of the night.

I only picked up the '我爱你' – I love you – in the beginning. The rest of his Mandarin failed to register in the mind of this sadly monolingual person. "Huh? What did you say?"

He pauses for a second, as if struggling to decide on what to say, but then he smooths his face into the all familiar care-free Henry I know and laughs off his own question, "Heh heh, it was nothing important…" he looks around, as if just realizing that we had reached my doorstep, "ah, we're here. Well, goodnight love. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

He opens his arms to embrace me but I reach out to stop him, "Wait, what were you saying?"

He pauses again, but quickly, before I can react I find myself cocooned within his chest. I glare up at him for trying to evade my question but he only grins at me, lowering his head to capture my lips with his. I melt into the kiss, reassured by his securing warmth enveloping me, protecting me as he promised. I slide my arms around his waist, tugging him closer to me. I've missed my man, is what I want to convey to him in this kiss.

A few, heavenly long minutes later, the present time finds us wrapped in each other's arms, simply content to savor the moment of holding the person we love so much. Henry moves his mouth to my ear; "I love you," he confides in me.

I want to laugh at the playful mood he's in but instead, I turn my head to look into his eyes, wishing I could express the amount of happiness I felt to him through my eyes, my words: "I love you too."

Reluctantly, we untangle ourselves and I dig in my pocket for the house key and unlock the door. As I step through the doorway, Henry grabs my hand and turns me around to land one more breath-stealing kiss on me. "Goodnight, princess," he whispers, taking one last look into my eyes before he turns to walk away. And in a totally Henry-like signature move, he stumbles over the steps and ends up sprawled on the bottom step, his shapely bottom unceremoniously up in the air.

"Oh my God Henry! Are you okay?" I run out to help him up but he waves me off, brushing the tattered remains of his pride off his soiled clothes.

He clears his throat, red bathing his cheeks, "Goodnight," he declares, and waves to me as he walks his way towards his car.

I struggle to hold in my laughter, "Goodnight hand warmer!" I say to him, and run into the house, feeling the happiest I've been the entire night. Okay, maybe he evaded my question and I don't know why, I think to myself, deteriorating into a fit of giggles as Henry's exit enters my thoughts, but love doesn't always need answers.

At least not right away.