Chapter Eight
(WARNING: FLUFF! Pure, unadulterated FLUFF! One again, Dudes, FLUFF! Enjoy it!)
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I woke up the next morning with my head rested on Greg's shoulder. I smiled, lifting my head up, also noting that he was smiling lightly. I grinned and nestled back down. I enjoyed lying next to Greg, just plain-old listening to him making odd little noises while he slept.
"Good morning, Miss Moore."
I opened my eye and looked up. He always does that to me! "Good morning, Mr. Sanders." I stretched my arm over Greg's chest. My lilac nightgown was very soft, I managed to note. All of my thoughts first thing in the morning tend to be uber-simple. First, check if Greg's next to you; second, make sure that your hair looks good; third, check if Greg's hair looks good. The rest of the morning generally turns out great. And yes, Greg's hair is perfect. He put an arm around me, so I inched in closer to him. "Oh, it's cold..." I yawned. Greg sat up a little and pulled the large, thirteen-tog duvet. Oh, it was amazing. I sighed, contentedly.
"Okay, I have another hour of sleeping to do. Night." Greg closed his eyes and yawned. I got up quickly, went over to the bathroom, got cleaned up a little - had a shower, washed my hair, brushed my teeth - and came back over to the bed. Mornings off absolutely rock, I decided. Greg was snoring softly. I nudged him slightly.
"Greg..." I extended the word. His eyes fluttered open slightly. I smiled. "Greggo...hey, babe, wake up."
"No..." He groaned. He was such a baby when it came to his sleep. "One...more...hour."
"Now, Greg...come on." I shook him gently.
"Allie." He muttered, turning onto his stomach. I bit my lip and started trailing my finger up his broad, large back. He sighed and turned round to face me. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just...hi." I grinned at him. He gave me a quirky smile and touched my hair.
"You smell nice. Like...peaches."
"Oh, uh...thank...you?" I sat up in the bed, opening my drawer to find none other than an orange. Score one for Moore! I started peeling the skin of it. Oranges...so much taste, such a tiny, amazing little ball of...well, taste, I suppose. "So," I put one of the lovely segments into my mouth. This was a nice, juicy one. "How about...we go to the, uh, CD place before work? I need the new Killers CD. B-sides. Rarities. Amazing!"
"Mm." Greg mumbled into his pillow, stretching. "Okay...anything you want."
"Really?" I laughed. "Anything? Oh. Well, in that case-" My thoughts - were interrupted by a noise outside. Nick. I pulled my sleeve up quickly and hollered out for Nick to come in. He opened the door, gingerly. He poked his head through, then, smiling lightly.
"Mornin', Allie. Uh, I was wondering...could I use the shower, please?"
"Nick!" I glared. "Of course you can, Nicky. Can't he, Greggo."
Greg groaned, turned round and sat up. He rubbed his eyes, making him look like a raccoon. "Okay, I'm awake. Yes, Nick. You can use the shower as long as Allie says it's okay." Greg yawned and stretched. Nick smiled.
"Thanks. Be back in twenty." Fair play to Nick. He was very good, always asking to use things, and always remembering to thank me and Greg after using them.
"Allie?" Greg asked me, frowning slightly.
"Yes, babe?"
"Are we...I mean, don't take this the wrong way, or anything, but are we...engaged?" He asked, gently.
I giggled.
"Greg! Do you not remember? Honestly, you are hopeless!" I rolled over onto him and kissed him. He wrapped his arms round my waist. I then rolled back over, much to Greg's disappointment, and got out of the bed, carefully re-making my side back up. I found my clean clothes hidden under the bed. A nice, tight, grey skirt and a red blouse. I took my nightgown off, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Greg, did you know that seventy-eight people a year die of Twister - as in the game - related accidents? Yeah, Warrick told me."
"Really?"
"Yep. And, if you think about it, Twister is a lot like getting change- ooh..." I was stopped by Greg's hands on my shoulders.
"Should I stop?" He asks, and I can almost see him smiling at me. I shake my head frantically.
"No...that's so nice." I was absolutely loving the way that Greg's hands were sending little electronic sparks throughout my skin. I fluttered, shivered...man, it was great. But I remembered that I had stuff to do today. Stuff like work, for instance, and then maybe the fact that I'm engaged to Gregory Sanders would finally sink in. I mean, it's one thing living with him and all, but actually getting married. It's like a huge, gigantic commitment. I absolutely loved the idea! I stood up, grinning. "I love you!"
"Jeg elsker deg, to you, too." He smirked and winked at me. I rolled my eyes. I had tried many times to come to grips with the Norse language. I'm awful! Then, a lightbulb seemed to appear at the top of his head, as he held his index finger up at me again. Suddenly, he glanced under the bed and pulled out the box. "Now..." He started fidgeting with the lock. "Hold onto your hat, Allie...I'm opening the box." He grinned to the one side of his mouth. I gasped.
"No way!"
"Oho, way." He pulled the box open and started rifling through it. Papers, bits and bobs like sewing needles, bobbins, rings, necklaces...all the usual kinds of things you'd expect to find in a family heirloom. Then, he popped a tiny button and out comes the bottom section. "Alright..." Greg cleared his throat. He then pulled out a tiny red box. I grinned wildly.
"Greggo...is this...what I think it is?"
"Well, if you think it's a small turkey, then you'd be wrong." He teased, opening the box. He then inhaled and exhaled sharply, blinking. "Okay." I sat up in the middle of the bed in front of Greg, on my knees. He placed one hand on my hip and stared right into my eyes. I almost died right there and then. "I...I love you, and I think you are, like, perfection. You're gorgeous, funny...smart."
"Oh, I try!" I added quickly, blushing furiously. Greg grinned. "Carry on."
"Alison Moore, would you do me the incredible honour of becoming my wife?" He opened the little red box. I gasped dramatically. It was a lovely, slim Sterling Silver ring. A medium little diamond thing was in the center. It was absolutely the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I guess I was too quiet for Greg, who was still in front of me, looking nervous. "I-is it okay?"
"Okay?" I squeaked. "Greg, it's the prettiest thing I've ever seen!" I slipped the ring onto my finger. Fitted like a glove. "And yes, I absolutely will marry you! Even without the ring, yes!" I giggled, jumping on top of him and kissing him madly. He laughed.
"Ooh, glad to hear you're not with me for my prospects..."
"Oh, Greg...What prospects?" We laughed and I continued kissing him. And he kissed me.
And there was no other way I would have it.
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A/N: LOL! Okay, I think I've just died and gone to squee Heaven. Wow. I'm such a sap!
Anyway, please R&R because I am immensely happy with this chapter.
Have a fabulous rest of the day,
JauntyChick
XOX
