Damn, I love him. His sweet lips… His red eyes… His snow white hair… I love every bit of this man. He's lying next to me in bed. I can hear him softly breathing. It sounds like he's whimpering and maybe he is. "What's wrong?" He stirs a bit from the familiar call of my voice but never wakes up, "I love you." My fingers run through his soft hair. His body is shivering under the blankets. He's fully naked from the moments we just shared wrapped up in each other. I pick up my jacket from the floor and cover him. "You're so beautiful," I whisper in his ear. I feel his leg gently brush against mine. My arms wrap around his slim waist and I move closer to spoon him. I kiss behind his left ear and rub his abdomen softly. I want everyone to know he's mine. We've still not told his brother or my sisters, but we will soon. He has an unlimited amount of pride, but I know he loves me and won't be afraid to admit that.
We've been together for over two years… I look over at his ring which is on the end table. About a month ago I asked him to marry me, and about a month ago he told me yes. There's not been a single day he hasn't worn that ring. Of course everyone asks about it… He hasn't made a peep of who gave it to him.
He's stirring again and he cranes his neck to look back at me, "Ivie, go to sleep…"
"Just a minute, love," I loved it when he called me that. I'm not exactly sure on what brought this name on. One day it was Ivan, the next it was Ivie.
He rolls his eyes and turns back, shutting his eyes, "Whatever…"
I whisper in his ear, "I love you."
He makes a light groaning noise, "I love you too."
I smile and kiss his cheek. Nobody makes me feel the way he does. Everything about him makes me happy. Everything he does makes me smile.
I love you, Gilbert Beilschmidt.