Eight hours and twenty-six minutes later the jet's pilot came over the p.a. system saying, "We are about to land. Please fasten your belts and prepare for landing."
I look up at Tony from my book. "Where is it that we have landed?"
He gives me a smile, "You'll see."
I roll my eyes. For the past eight hours I have been trying to get him to tell me where we are going. I gave up two hours in and started reading The Hunger Games Trilogy. I'm almost done with the second book and I really like it so far (I definitely want Katniss to be with Peeta).
"Toonyy," I whine half-heartedly.
We land and we take off the belts. Tony takes my hand and leads me to the door. He opens the door and a magnificent view is in my sight.
"Pepper Potts, welcome to Venice, Italy!" Tony lifts his arms to the stunning sight before us.
"Oh, Tony!" I hug him, "It's beautiful"
"Come on. I have another surprise for you." He leads me down to the steps.
There on the ground by the jet is a black limo. The driver opens the backseat door and I climb into it. Tony comes in after me. When the driver gets in, Tony says something in Italian.
"You speak Italian?" I ask befuddled. I know everything about Tony. I even know that he was terrified of wiener dogs until he was fifteen.
"Si, mia bella," (yes, my beautiful), "There's many things you don't know about me." He smirks.
"Actually, I know more about you than you know about you."
"Except that I know Italian."
"Except for that."
He puts his big arm around my shoulders and I lean in and put my head on his. I love moments like this. No talking, no one else around. Just us two sitting quietly enjoying each other's company. This doesn't happen very often. But like all things, it had to end and a couple of minutes later the limo stops. The driver opens the door. He grasps my hand and helps me out.
I gasp at the scene before me. By the ocean shore is a table set for two. The table has lit candles, a wine bottle, and two sets of silverware and plates. Leading to the table from the limo are red rose petals scattered around. What's even more gorgeous is the setting sun in the horizon. The beautiful orange, yellow, red, and purple streaks in the sky are reflecting off on the water. This is so romantic. I love it.
I feel Tony wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I feel is hot breathe on my neck. I shiver in pleasure.
"Do you like it?" he whispers.
"I love it." I turn around in his arms and kiss him gently. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet," he smiles, "We haven't even eaten yet." He takes my small hand in his bigger one and follows the rose petals down to the table.
We sat down and a waiter (came out of nowhere) pours us our wine and then brings out our food. He said it was something called Ditalini (some kind of pasta) and Rosetta (bread). It was delicious. I love Italian food. The waiter came back and took our plates when we were done. He came back moments later with dessert. It was called Struffoli. It looks to die for. I was two bits in when Tony put down his fork. I look at him quizzically and put down my own fork.
"Pepper, I love you." He takes my hands in his.
I smile. "I love you too, Tony. And this food is amazing."
"Authentic Italian food is always great." He said in a mater-of-fact voice. "Anyway, I'm glade that we're together. You've changed me. I'm a better man with you. You know me better than anyone else. I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else or even without you. You, Pepper, are the reason that I breathe. When I was in that cave in Afghanistan," I flinched a little, "all I could think about was getting back to you. When I was dying from the arc reactor, all I thought about was your well-being. When I was carrying the nuke into the portal, I could only think about your life. I. Love. You." He moves out of his chair and his now kneeling on one leg in front of me. He pulls out a small black box. "That's why I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he opens the box to show a stunning diamond ring. "Virginia Rose Potts, will you do me the honor of marrying me?"
I gasp and cover my mouth. I feel tears building up in my eyes. I can't believe he wants me to be his bride! I slowly nod my head. "Yes!" I choke out.
He puts the ring on my finger. I throw my arms around him and we fall in sand. We laugh and kiss while rolling in the sand. We stop rolling and I decide to take a good look at the ring. It was simple, yet extravagant. It was prefect. Tony grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth and kisses it.
"It's beautiful, Tony."
"It was my mother's ring." He looks down sadly.
I lift his chin up and look him in the eye, "I love you, Mr. Stark."
He smiles, "And I love you, future Mrs. Stark."
Hey, I know this story was kind of lame, but oh well. I hope you liked it! I might write a different story... Well bye for now! :)
