Just a short little one shot that I wrote. I hope you enjoy it. (: Of course, these characters belong to Richelle Mead.
The clock on the dashboard read 11:59. It was New Year's Eve in Rome, Italy. Adrian knew that I had always wanted to go to Italy, so on Christmas Day as we cuddled around the Christmas tree, me in a robe, and him in his Spider-man pajamas, he handed me an envelope with two tickets to Rome inside of it. We had arrived a couple days ago, spending our time experiencing the culture and sightseeing, so far we had visited the Colosseum, the Trevi Fountain, and the Pantheon, among other things. I still had a number of things I had wanted to do, but hopefully we'd get those done in the few remaining days we had here. Adrian was most interested in all of the pizza and pasta we had been eating, but he really enjoyed the Capitoline museum.
Outside it was cold, but we were warm, huddled together in the back seat of the car with an old knitted quilt hugging our bodies and the heat up as high as it could go. His arm was wrapped around me and my head rested on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating as I gazed out the window, which had steamed up. We had drawn hearts and little inscriptions with things like "A.I + S.S", until Adrian drew something that was not so appropriate, and I wiped it all away.
The view from where we were parked, next to the Tiber River, near the Ponte Sisto, was amazing. It had snowed earlier and now a light snow decorated the scenery. All of the buildings were lit up and the light reflected off the snow, illuminating the dark night. The city was alive, waiting to ring in the New Year.
Adrian and I were counting down the seconds to go. "50, 51," we chanted, with anticipation in our voices.
"52, 53,"Adrian placed a finger under my chin and tilted it upward, so we were face to face.
"54, 55," a small, content smile spread across his face, which showed in his green eyes, as he placed a warm hand on my cheek.
"56, 57," our foreheads were pressed together, our lips almost touching.
"58, 59..." Fireworks exploded into the sky, shooting off like missiles and painting it with colourful light. Our lips touched and we kissed, soft and sweet and tender. His hand ran through my blonde hair and I grasped the fabric of his shirt, feeling his hard muscles underneath it.
Adrian lingered for a moment with his lips brushing mine, before pulling back and reached for a small black box in the pocket of his jeans.
"Sydney," he began, opening the box to revile a stunningly beautiful engagement ring, "Sydney, meeting you was the best thing that's ever happened to me. I want to be with you, always. Will you marry me?"
"Oh, Adrian!" I cried out, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling me close to me. "Of course! Of course I will!"
He slipped the ring on my finger and a tear slid down my cheek. I couldn't believe that that had actually just happened. Part of me was sure I was dreaming, and I considered pinching myself to see if I was, but decided that it didn't really matter if I was or not, because this moment was just so perfect that I wanted to just enjoy it while I could and forget about everything else.
"Don't cry." He said, his voice full of concern and confusion, and he wiped away my tears.
"But I'm happy." I said with a laugh, the pitch of my voice an octave higher.
He let out a laugh too, and a smile erupted across his face. "Me too, Sage." He said, and I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was telling the truth.
He pulled me into a deep kiss, fireworks still shooting out around us. I decided then, in the comfort of his kiss, under that ratty old quilt, with fireworks banging and sizzling and sparkling in the sky, that that moment was the happiest moment of my life. Whatever happened next I could handle, so long as I had this memory to keep.
