"Picket!" Heather exclaimed. The doctors had finally let Picket in to see his sister. She had been captured but two months before. She had just returned with Smalls, who everyone thought had died. They were both injured, and Picket had worried equally for the two.

"Heather!" He hugged his sister. "I've worried so much. I thought you were dead." She smiled.

"Tell me everything that has happened," Heather ordered in a demanding yet playful tone.

"Yes, your highness," He said with an overreacted bow. His sister laughed.

"No one will tell me anything because I need to 'rest'."

Picket went through the tales that had occurred while she was away.

"And Heather," he said his smile disappearing suddenly. Heather was concerned. Had someone died?

"Is everything okay?" She asked. Just as Picket was answering, Emma entered the room.

"I hope Picket isn't exciting you too much," Emma joked. She caught Picket's eye. Heather was at a loss.

"What is it?" Heather asked.

"Come on," Emma said. Sh helped Heather to her feet. "We're going to see Smalls." Hopelessly, Heather followed as the two led her to Small's room.

"What's the occasion?" Smalls asked. He was sitting on a bed, his arm in a sling. Picket helped Heather to sit down next to Smalls. Emma motioned for the other doctors to leave the room.

"I have to ask you something, Smalls," Picket said. Heather saw he was very nervous.

"Anything, Pick."

"Well, can I... I mean, may I," He fumbled with his words for a bit until Emma nudged him. Heather was confused, but Smalls had realized what was happening. Picket cleared his throat and stood taller.

"I want to ask your permission," Picket continued, "to marry your sister." Heather gasped in surprise. All three looked at Smalls. He had a straight face.

"You want to, Emma?" He asked. Emma grabbed Picket's hand.

"Of course."

"Well then, you have my blessing." Picket's jaw dropped as if he hadn't expected that answer.

"Thank you," He said weakly. Then he smiled widely and grabbed Emma in a hug. They were both laughing in their own little world.

"Do you need help getting back to your room?" Emma asked when she remembered the two were there.

"No, you two lovebirds go on," Heather insisted. She added with a smile. "I'll suffer through Small's company." The two happy bunnies left the room, hand in hand.

"I guess you'll be my brother in law now," Heather said after a long silence.

"Heather," Smalls said. "Emma and I aren't siblings."

Lol, there I go shipping again.

I changed the title to make it easier for the sequel!