Love, curves and heartbreak Chapter 73

After finishing my visits to some potential clients, I'm about to return home. It seems unbelievable that even though I spent almost the whole day with Ethan, I already miss him. I miss that he doesn't pick me up, and we don't go to a café to chat.

Those little details make my life happy, that make my world goes around. But I guess he must be busy. The poor thing has been very tired, and I have seen him very worried lately, and I fear that this will affect his health.

I've been back in town for several months now and have been living with Ethan, which has been a lot better than I thought. Coming back has been wonderful.

My mom was happy, but no one was as thrilled as the Fairfaxes, who almost threw a party. I was with their son, in love and living together. It seemed they couldn't be happier that I've been close to them, kind of part of their family.

The months apart had only made us love and desire each other more, and since we've lived together, it has been a fantastic honeymoon. I decided to follow another dream too, and that was to start my own home interior design consultancy company.

My course was great, and I am also researching to continue studying. I had already gotten some clients, and I was overjoyed. I had a wonderful boyfriend, a new professional project, and a new family that adored me. What else could I wish for?

Ethan had texted me that we would spend the weekend at the Fairfaxes' beach house. Lately, they used any excuse to have us there. This time Maggie wanted some decorating tips; I don't know what for if their house is perfect.

When I enter the house, it seems quite still, and I only think about looking at Ethan, asking him how his day was, and telling him about my new clients.

But when I open the door, I am surprised by a rain of colors, and at first, I don't understand what is happening. Then I see flowers every way, some stay on the ground while others are in every surface.

“What the hell is going on?” I wonder, but when I look inside the house again, I am truly surprised and totally lost.

It seems the house is invaded by thousands of flowers, bouquets and arrangements of different colors. It's like a sudden color invasion. I have fun looking at them side to side like a little girl, and I see balloons floating on the ceiling.

However, from my heart, I feel a joy that I cannot define, as if it knows something that my mind does not. My hands sweat, and I smile, feeling as if I am immersed in a world of fantasy, like a kid again in a place of dreams.

What the hell happened to the Fairfaxes? What is this? A surprise?

Because I'm genuinely surprised.

In the middle of the living room, I see more space with flowers, balloons, it seems like a gap between the unreality that is the house today. As I walk around taking everything in, Ethan appears.

God…he looks like a dream in this surreal environment, like a utopia, dressed so beautifully. He is simple with a white shirt and a black suit, like he is going to an important event. His eyes spark, his lips look more delicious than ever.

“Baby… you are home” he whispers.

“Ethan…what is happening?”

He looks at me, smiling nervously, and before I can ask him what's wrong, he walks over to me. His nervousness is contagious, and part of my brain is on alert.

What is happening here? Why is he so comfortable, as if this is absolutely normal?

A man who is so careful with his things, his parents' house looks like a carnival or an inside garden. When he is close to me, he talks, looking into my eyes. His perfume is incredible.

“My sweet Princess… we had the most beautiful of beginnings. We were children when you entered this house, and I never imagined how you would change my life. I adored you from the first day” he tells me out loud, particularly loud, as if he wants me to have no doubt about what he is telling me.

“Are we talking about the past? Because… you already know that you were my hero. My knight” I say and he is amused.

He speaks firmly as if he had it planned, and at the same time, his face conveys to me that what he is telling me is one hundred percent true.

“Our start in adulthood was rather… complicated, unfortunately, thanks to me… because of my stubbornness and selfishness. You forgave me, but I will never forgive myself. Everything should be different” he keeps telling me, and I am already completely and hopelessly melted.

“My Ethan…” I say, caressing his face.

“I wanted so much to be with you and make up for lost time. And when I kissed you that night, I thought that I had made a mistake, that I had gone too far with you and that you were not going to want to see me again. Then I kissed you again, and you kissed me back… and I felt like every time we saw each other, you had me in the palm of your hand,”

Damn, this is just… so beautiful. I just want to kiss him. Even better, take him, surrounded by flowers.

I don't care about what the hell were we doing here, or why he's telling me this. His face looks sad and then happy, remembering our first kisses together. He takes my hands, and they feel so warm as he grips my fingers tightly.

“Deep in my heart, I wanted to be the only one for you. I was wondering, will she remember the things we talked about? Will she think of me when she's not with me? I just wanted to have a positive answer to those questions,”

I wanted to say yes, yes to everything, because all that is true and much more.

“But I didn't know anything about what you wanted or really who you were. I really didn't know anything about life, as it turned out later, in one of the most difficult moments I had in my life. You were no longer with me, you no longer loved me, I was no longer the most beautiful man in the world for you” I start to shake my head.

“You were… you always be my love…” I whisperer and he smiles even more.

“I loved you, I loved you like crazy. A madman who saw you everywhere, dreamed of you, chased you however he could, begged for any information he might have about you. And never, please believe me, I was never such a miserable man in my whole life as when I walked away from you,” he tells me sadly, with his heart in his hand.

“And, because you are the greatest creation on the planet, when I offered you my heart, honestly, without strings, without question… you took it, kissed it, and kept it close to yours, for which I am eternally grateful” God, please, I hope he never stops with these beautiful words.

I already approached him and took him by the waist to feel him close to me. He sighs at my approach and seems to work up the courage to continue his incredibly romantic speech.

“But you know how bad I am at knowing what you want, guessing what you think, and assuming that it is what you want. Because you always astonish me, you always have a new idea that I never expected or even considered… and that leaves me equally delighted and surprised. So I learned that, without a doubt, the best way to know what my beautiful Priscilla wants is to ask her directly. And that's what I'm going to do next,” he tells me.

“What…?”

And suddenly, he gets down on one knee.

He gets down on one knee!

I feel like my eyes are almost popping out of my head, and there he is, a magnificent gentleman, holding my hands and looking at me with the most beautiful eyes in the world, with so much affection and at the same time fear, as if he were giving me the power to destroy him in seconds.

“I… humbly come to offer my heart. I know that life with you is my ideal life, you are my dream, my Princess. You always have been. I don't know what the world holds for us, but I've already tried being without you... and it was horrible,” he tells me, and we both laugh nervously.

My heart is going to pump out of my chest in seconds. He clears his throat, still on his knee and looking at me so tenderly.

“My beautiful Priscilla, please tell me yes and let me be your husband. Marry me, Prissy,” he says, and then he takes out a beautiful little velvet box, opens it, and shows a ring. It's stunning.

I stay silent, smiling like a complete fool. From the outside, it would seem that I was in shock, that I did not know what to say, or that the moment took me by surprise. Although I did not expect something like this from him, and his words touched the depths of my heart, everything seemed so natural.

As if inside me, I knew that this was the right thing to do, that he and I were part of the same thing, that our lives were inevitably tied, and that there is no one in the world with whom I would want to live my life, through the good and the bad, other than him.

"Prissy?" he calls me and pulls me out of my reverie by squeezing my hand. “I know it's unexpected, but… I don't want to spend another moment without us officially being a family. Please... be my wife,” he tells me, and I'm touched by the doubts he has.

God! As if there was even a chance that I would say no to this clever, sweet, and magnificent creature!

"Yes, yes, yes!" I say happily, and his eyes shine. "And yes to all your other questions... I never stopped thinking about you, to love you. Never" I say, and he gets up and in a single movement takes my face and kisses me deeply and deliciously, I feel like I'm going to die of happiness.

He ends up giving me a dozen small kisses, and suddenly we hear applause and cries that bring me out of my wonderful cloud.

He laughs, and when I look around me again, everyone is there: my mom crying and hugging Maggie, Suzy with Tommy, John, and Lily.

She is the first to hug us happily.

“I knew it! I knew that you were one of us!” she says, crying.

I have all the people I love the most, and honestly... I can't ask for anything more.

*Dear readers,

Next is the final chapter of this story. Thank you for being with me on this journey. I hope you have enjoyed it.

Thank you again for all the kind comments!

Kisses,

Kika*