Darcy was ridiculously nervous, and it had to be the silliest thing ever considering they had already talked about it, and he already knew her answer. Still, he wanted to get this right for her.
He smiled back at her, took a moment to collect himself, and then did exactly what Bobby had suggested and he got down on one knee in front of her. He hoped to God that hadn't been some sort of joke of his, or he was going to look very ridiculous right now.
"Miss Sully... Ashley... I love you," he started. "I don't have a ring- well, I do, I have this ring," he told her, holding out the ring he'd just retrieved. "If it's a secret, you can keep it... on a different finger, or in your pocket, or... and I can get you a better one, one you have chosen, if..." he smiled, took a breath, stopped himself from continuing to just ramble on and not get to the point. "Ashley, will you marry me?"