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“I can walk, you know.” Luna mutters grumpily.
“I know you can,” I answer nonchalantly. I completely ignore her mood. She’s been like this for the last couple of days now.
“I know I’ve been stuck in that bed for who knows how long, but my legs do actually work.”
My feet pause as Neve closes the door behind us and my gaze meets hers, “And…?”
“And I don’t need to be carried.”
“Noted.” I add, then carry on walking. “Well, I want to carry you, so just let me do this.” Her lips push into a pout as she closes her mouth; she obviously knows she’s fighting a losing battle with this one. Grazing her forehead with a soft peck, I place her down on the couch. “See, that wasn’t so hard, right?”
“I guess not.”She huffs, still pouting.
I drop to my knees at her side and lean over her, my thumb smoothing across the rise of her cheekbone, thanking another entity that she’s still here. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again. I promise.” She nods. I know it wasn’t really my fault in the first place, but I can’t help but feel like it was. Her hands curl around my neck and she pulls me closer.
“Can I tell you something?” she says, bringing our foreheads together.
“Anything, sweetheart.” I lean up and sit on the floor. I find her hand and join our fingers.
“When I was in the coma, I think I had a dream. It was kind of weird, but it couldn’t have been anything else.”
“How so?” I ask, that was a dark time that I don’t want to have to think about.
“I dreamt we were getting married. I had a beautiful dress and the venue was the clubhouse,” her brows pull in and she cringes. “But even though everyone should have been happy it was like they were all sad and the people that really mattered to me just kept saying, ‘It’ll be okay.’ And I didn’t understand why. It was just so strange. I can’t remember everything.”
Her confused gaze finds mine. “And what do you think it meant?”
“I don’t know. Was everyone sad because they thought us getting married would be the wrong thing to do?”
“Never.”I affirm, squashing that flicker of doubt that may have entered her mind.
“And strangely, even after everyone gave me the sad eyes and obvious pity, I looked at you hoping to get some reassurance, but even you looked sad. I didn’t understand it.” Her head shakes, “Then it felt like my chest was caving in, and I couldn’t breathe and in the next moment that I looked down, I saw that my dress was gone and a white sheet was in its place.”
“Oh shit.” I move closer, her head flops to my chest before lifting it back up and meeting my gaze. “You nearly died. They had to bring you back, baby.”
“They did?” her voice is small, almost a whisper as she replies.
“Yeah. I nearly lost you again.” My fingers drift down the side of her face and smile at her. “Sweetheart, they weren’t sad because we were getting married, they were probably sad because they thought they would lose you too.” She breathes gently, a soft sigh making her shoulders drop in relief. “I told you before all this happened that I wanted to marry you, but you can decide how; I don’t give a shit if it’s big or small, I just want you to be my wife. I need you to walk beside me and share everything with me. I want you to be my ol’ lady.” Tears slowly roll down her cheeks, and very gently I swipe the moisture from her face. “But there’s something I want to ask of you.”
“Go on…” she sniffs.
“I know its tradition for you to take my name, but I don’t want that.”
Her brows are almost one as a deep scowl takes over her face. “But you just said…”
I press my finger to her lips. “Shh.” I lift her hand to kiss her fingers, over and over. “I love you so much, Luna.”
“And I love you.” she whispers.
“I don’t want my family name to carry on. Why should I let that scumbag have any part of my life. Not all blood is thicker than water.”
“What are you saying, Levi?”
“I want to take your name.” My lips cover hers as I lean forward in a loving kiss. As I lift my head back up, I look into her eyes. “Fuck tradition, I want to be Levi Scott. “What do you think?”
Tears roll away from her eyes thick and fast and she sobs. “I love it.” Cupping her jaw, I press my lips to hers again, tasting the salt from her tears. It’s an emotion-filled kiss full of love. I lick my lips as I pull away. “And eventually I’d love kids. I want to prove that I have nothing of that piece of shit inside me, that I’m nothing like him.”
“Levi, you are nothing like him. For a start, you’re the sweetest man with the biggest heart. I think you'll be the best husband and the most perfect father.” she palms my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, most of all me.”
