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Kingston was a metropolitan area not one for romantic walks, but we made it happen. Strolling hand in hand, we talked about many things – our aspirations and our goals for the future. I was happy and satisfied that she wanted to spend her life with me, based on our conversation.
When we returned home, I told her I needed to speak to her about something. She took off her shoes at the door, taking my hand and guiding me to the sofa.
“Is It serious? are you going back home?” she asked.
“Yes Baby, Don Enzo demand I return to take over my family’s business. My father keeps having periods of amnesia due to the piece of gunshot still lodged in his brain. I need to take charge of the shipping company along with my mother.”
“I’m gonna miss you.”
“No, you won’t, you're coming with me,” I announced
She rocked back. “Who told you that?”
“I need you to come with me.”
“I can’t, I have to stay here this is my home.”
Now I was pleading. “But Baby, you can make Italy your home.”
“What are you saying, Neo?”
“I’m asking you to marry me, Neeky.”
I pulled the ring out of my jacket pocket I knelt before her, holding it put to her, hoping she would say yes. However, her stone-cold expression threw me off. She stood and stalked to the window, her back to me.
“What’s going on Neeky? I got the repression from our conversations that you love me, that you wanted to spend the rest of your life me.”
She turned to face me. “I do love you, Neo. But you know I can’t give you children. You know what happened when I lost the baby, the infection affected my ovaries.”
“And who said I loved you because I wanted children with you?”
“Every man wants an heir. Your family would want an heir.”
“My family doesn’t dictate who I marry. I love you and we can adopt if that’s what you want.”
Glassy eyes stared at me. “You would do that for me?”
“I would do anything for you … anything.”
She looked at the ring I was holding out to her, and touched it. “This too much, Neo.”
“It's not too much, it's what you deserve.”
“Is this something you liked,” she asked me.
“Yes, I chose it myself. You don't like it”
“I can’t wear this in Jamaica, the thieves will chop off my finger for it!
“Then you will wear it in Italy where the only thing you’ll worry about is the envoy of every other woman.”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m getting married!”
“I love you Neeky. We will be happy together.”
She rested her head on my shoulder. “I know we will. I love you too.”
