Re: Savannah/Marty
"Because on someone to brilliant and forgiving would have put up with your idiocy," she answered, and she was teasing, really, except he had been an idiot at the beginning, so maybe it wasn't completely wrong. "I guess I can try it your way if we get to play serious football next time, although G might not want to ever again." She'd have to find out why he was in such a weird mood lately, but then she wasn't any better, so maybe she was projecting.
Savannah nodded as she breathed deeply. "I guess. Maybe it's just that I'm not very goo with taking time. If I feel something I tell people. I don't see the reason to hide it." Except now, which was probably why she'd been so strange for days, but she couldn't exactly order him to propose. That was wrong, even if a lot more convenient, because she knew that he'd get around when they couldn't get married, and then she'd just be more upset and she'd really have to smack him.
She smacked his arm. "No, you're not going to make him trip. He's done nothing, and I'm telling you that you're the only one; you should be happy." She kissed him again. "And Derek is from Chicago and he's still way better than you."