Daniel could honestly say that he had never pictured a proposal going like this. In a car on the way to grab pizza to take to the hospital. He didn't really know what he had expected, something like in the romance novels and chick flicks. A big romantic gesture, a ring, being swept off his feet and kissed until his foot popped - wasn't that what always happened in the novels?
He gave a nod. "Yeah, go on then. Let's get married."
Once they reached a red light, Daniel looked over at Peter. "Oh, so when you want us to stay in bed forever it's romantic. But when I want us to stay in bed forever then I'm a nymphomaniac? Double standards, Petey. Double standards."