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“Sweet Angel. Do you realize that last night when we were leaving the movie and you were telling me about you and Macy that you didn’t cry once. Or get that guilty look about you. Not one time. That is the biggest hurdle you have crossed, baby. I was not waiting on all of your negative thoughts or bad thoughts to go away. Just for you to be able to say goodbye to your friend.”
I can see the realization dawn on her as what I am saying resonates, and when she looks up at me it is with wonder and awe. I open my arms letting her know, I am still here and will always be here and she runs into them.
“Thank you so much Luke. I wouldn’t have been able to heal even this much without you. You don’t know what you mean to me.”
“Angel. Not as much as you mean to me. Now come. I have run you a nice hot bath. I want you to soak for a while. I heard it is supposed to help.”
“Help with what?”
I look at her the same way I do every night, before I attack her, and she blushes the prettiest pink and bites her lip.
“Oh. Yea.” And with that she scurries off to the bathroom, which gives me ample time to set the room up.
About an hour or so later, I have showered in the guest bathroom and am sitting on the bed, when she comes out in the lace and silk white chemise gown we bought when we got her lingerie.
“Angel. Jesus. I….my dreams have never done you justice. But standing here in front of me, covered in white with your hair down and your body so pink and silky from your bath, fuck Angel. I am not going to make it as long as I want, and I want it to be good for you baby. Come here.”
Tentatively she walks towards me and when she is within arm’s reach, I pull her into my arms and just sit there for a moment allowing myself to be in this moment, and space with her. As my mind goes over everything I have had to endure and overcome, though I didn’t plan to do this right now at this moment, for many reasons it is right.
“Angel. I had this night planned down to the very second because I wanted to make it perfect for you. But now, sitting here I realize I was remiss in wanting to wait longer for something else special. I know we haven't known each other long and have even more to learn and overcome about one another; but the one thing I am surer of right here in this moment with you is that I love you more than I have ever loved anyone. Life is short Angel as we both know, and I think we should live every day to the fullest. With one another.”
“Lydia Stone. Come into the light with me. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
I start a countdown in my head. If she takes longer than 30 seconds, I will tie her to this bed and make her say yes. But, by the time I get to 10 she has knelt on the floor beside me, reciprocates my love and said yes.
After reaching into my nightstand and retrieving the ring I had planned on giving her next month after her exams, she became officially mine in all ways.
Chapter Eleven
LYDIA
So here we are. I don't want to give you the impression that once he found me all was well, and my life suddenly turned right-side up. I mean don’t get me wrong, having him in my life gave me something to live for. Something to be grateful for. A reason to smile. Even on my bad days. But it took time and work. We have had a lot of ups and downs. A lot. Majority of them are mine. But he has had his share.
A few nights after he proposed he had a nightmare, which had never happened before. While having the nightmare, he called out for his sister sobbing like a lost little boy. My heart broke for him. After waking him and consoling him, I made him tell me how she died because he never talks about it. And that is when I learned she killed herself.
Claudette had suffered from depression as well, all throughout high school. But along with her depression she had mood swings. Massive highs and the lowest lows. The day before she killed herself, she had been diagnosed with bipolar and she found it a proverbial death sentence. She felt that no one would love her with this illness, and she had no chance at happiness.
Luke, being a guy and a college freshman, brushed her off as being a drama queen, telling her to do what his mom, dad, and the therapist said, and she would be fine. He got the call the next day that she shot herself with Luke’s drill team pistol.
He was devastated as was his whole family. But he blames himself. First, because she used his weapon and second because he brushed her off the night before.
After he confessed that to me, we started both going back to counseling as individuals and as a couple to try to make sure we don’t bring our baggage into our relationship.
Planning my wedding was easy. It was Luke, his friend Toby, and I. That's it. Neither of us had anyone else, and for now that is fine by us.
See, I learned through this journey that it is not the quantity of people you have around you. But the quality. And Luke, he is the best of the best.
He found me, followed me and stitched me back together, and now I get to walk the rest of this life, side by side with him.
The End
About ChaShiree M.
I am a Chicagoan through and through. I am a mom of 4 with a full-time job, and I feel blessed every day that I don't have to do my passion as a means to take care of my family. I get to write stories I want to read and let my freak flag fly, without the added pressure of making money.
I enjoy reading, traveling to book signings, and meeting my most loyal readers. I love interacting with you, either by email or in person. So reach out. Let me hear from you.
I simply want to transport you for thirty minutes, an hour, or a couple of hours somewhere decadent, beautiful and naughty.
