He had better damn well brace for impact. Three seconds after those words left his lips, Rogue was launching herself out of her chair and right at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt.

"Yes!" she exclaimed in a squeaky, almost whisper, her throat so tight with emotion that the words didn't want to come out at a normal volume. "Yes, I'll marry you."

She didn't have to think about it. This was something she'd dreamed of, something she'd hoped would happen despite their never having explicitly spoken about it. When you dream come true was presented to you on a platter by someone you loved, you sure as hell didn't turn it down.