Author's Note: Ok. So, this was supposed to be the last chapter but the story got away from me. I have one more chapter to write. But it's not the end of the story. I am currently working on small dribbles for this story. So, stay tuned because I have at least three of them coming out very very soon.
SKYE POV
Oh my God, my body aches. I can feel my body but it feels so heavy. My mouth feels dirty and I feel like I've been asleep for a month.
I want to move but my body is fighting against me. I try my eyes next and I can feel them cooperating with me.
"Skye?" My dad calls. I can hear him next to me. "Call the doctor."
I open my eyes but everything is blurry and bright. I squint to see better and my dad is inches from my face.
Past him, is a room I don't recognize. I'm in a bed that is not comfortable and then I hear it, the beeping sound. I turn slowly and see it's a machine. I'm hooked up to it and I have IV's in my arms.
I panic and the machines beeping quickens. "Wha—what happ—" I feel like I can't catch my breath. I'm so tired.
"It's ok, honey. You're at the hospital. You're going to be fine." My dad assures me and I feel someone squeezing my hand.
I look down and follow the hand to see my brother. "Fitz." I don't know why but I'm crying. I feel like it's been ages since I saw him last.
"Hey." He has tears in his eyes but he's wearing a big smile. "Don't do that again." Fitz kisses my head.
I don't know what to say. I don't know what he means but I hug him. "I love you." I tell him and he hugs me back.
"I love you too, sis." He only calls me sis on special occasions.
"Daddy?" I cry and I feel his hug on my other side. "I love you."
"I love you so much, honey." My dad holds me close and also hugs Fitz.
There's a rush and there are nurses around me now, asking me questions. I'm scared and try to pull away from them.
I reach for my dad but he and Fitz have both moved away from me to make room for the nurses. I notice Jemma giving me a small smile. She's standing next to Fitz.
I try to slow my heart and take deep breaths. My family is here. I'm going to be ok.
My vision is slowly clearing but I have a horrible headache and I feel so thirsty. My mouth is horribly dry. "Can I have water, please?" It feels funny as I ask. Like I haven't spoken in ages.
How long have I been here? Why am I here? What happened to me? I can feel my heart accelerate again and I work to calm it.
"We'll get you some ice chips for now, sugar. And we'll give you some meds to calm you." One of the older nurses says to you.
I hear my dad ask something to another nurse but I can't make out what he said or what she's answering.
The nurses make their way out and one of them hands you a cup. I slowly bring it to my lips and marvel at the ice in my mouth. It melts quickly as the ice chips are thin and small.
"You ok, honey? Do you need anything?" Dad steps toward me.
I shake my head and lean back. I'm so tired. I need to sleep. The moment my eyes close, I remember seeing Grant through the library windows. He's bleeding from his shoulder and I feel panic and fear. I hear the heart monitor start beeping quicker.
The memories of the shooting hit me and the last thing I remember is Grant's bloody shoulder. I bolt up in pain. I gasp from the pain and squeeze my eyes closed, trying to push it down. The pain hits my gut and spine but I don't care.
"Dad!"
He's there. His hands on my shoulders, trying to keep me on the bed. I'm struggling but I'm very weak. "Skye, what's wrong? Careful, you'll hurt yourself."
"Grant! Where's Grant?" I beg. The meds are making me dizzy and my vision is getting blurry again. "He was bleeding." I can't stop the tears and I don't know how they come so quickly. "Where is he? Is he ok?"
"Honey, he's here. He's here." My dad presses my head to his chest and tries to calm me.
Here. He's here? "Where?" I ask.
"Skye." I hear his voice and my heart melts. I snap my eyes open and I can see him through my tears.
He looks as handsome as ever. He's got stubble on his face like he hasn't shaved in a couple of days. Somehow, it makes him look sexier.
I wipe my tears away, trying to get a better look at him.
"We'll step out and give you guys some time to talk." Jemma breaks the silence. She clears her throat and gives my dad and brother a look. She yanks my brother by the hand and all of them step out of my room.
I turn back to Grant, finally. My stomach is filled with butterflies. I smile and when I finally look into his eyes, my smile drops and I gulp.
He's pissed. "Skye, what in the hell were you thinking?" His voice makes me wince. He's moved from the end of my bed around to my right side.
I drop my eyes in shame. I'd made him a promise to listen to Robbie and hadn't followed through. "I'm sorry." My voice is barely above a whisper.
Silence and then, "You're sorry?" He huffs in what I assume is annoyance. He's about to lose patience with me. I can feel it.
Fresh tears hit my eyes. "I'm sorry." I stare at the sheet. "You—you were bleeding. I freaked out."
"So what?" His answer snaps my eyes to his and it's my turn to be pissed at him.
"So what? So what?" Hot liquid anger burns my throat. "I love you, you idiot. I thought you were seriously hurt. I panicked. Why are you allowed to yell at me for not staying safe but you get shot and I'm supposed to—what are you smiling at?!" I fume. Was he laughing at me? "Don't you dare laugh at me, Grant Ward!"
He steps closer to me and takes my hand. He reaches for my face and cradles my cheek. "Finally." He says as he leans forward and places a kiss on my mouth. He pulls his lips back before I can react. He leans his forehead against mine.
I'm shocked. I can't move. I search his eyes but all I see is happiness in his face. "What?" I'm so confused. What just happened? Did he just kiss me? Am I dead? Did I just dream that? Am I hallucinating?
"Skye, I swear to God if you pull something like that again, I'll kill you myself." He takes my face in both his hands and kisses me again. "I love you so much. I can't live without you." He kisses me again. "Please, I bed you, don't do that to me again."
My jaw drops open. Did he just— "You—you love me?" Dammit! Why do I keep crying?
"Yes. So, you will never do that shit again or help me—"
"You," I clear my throat, "you love me?" I'm still not getting it.
"You're the love of my life." He leans back a little. "Hear me. Believe me. I love you, Skye. It's always been there. It was only recently that I admitted it to myself."
I grab his shirt and yank him to me with the little energy I have. I kiss him quickly but not the way I want because who knows how long I've been in this wretched hospital. My mouth feels disgusting.
He smiles at me and I swear I've never seen him look so gorgeous. "Did I just admit to loving you and then call you an idiot?"
He laughs and it melts my heart. "You did. But I loved it because it's so you."
I feel giddy and all at once exhausted. I frown and pout.
"What is it, sweetheart?" He asks concerned.
I smile at him calling me 'sweetheart'. "I think I'm falling asleep. I want to stay awake." I whine.
He leans his head back on mine. "Sleep, love. I'll be here when you wake up."
"Promise?" I beg.
"I promise." He kisses my nose.
I try to scooch on the bed.
"Skye, what are you doing?" He holds my hips still.
I pout again. "I want you to lay with me." My eyelids are getting very heavy.
I hear his chuckle. "Sleep. I promise not to go anywhere."
"I want to sleep with you." I whine again. "Please." He looks like he's going to say no, so I smile. I use guilt. "If you love me, you'll lay with me."
He gives me a look and shakes his head. "Fine but just for a little while."
The smile on my face hurts but I don't care. I'm finally going to have him in my arms.
He lays to the edge of the bed on his side and raises his arms so I can lay on his chest. I breathe him in and I can feel sleep taking me.
"I love you." I don't know if I said it out loud or in my head but he kisses the top of my head and I know I said it to him.
"I love you, sweetheart." I hear his words before everything goes black.
I don't know how long I've been asleep but I don't want to open my eyes. I had the best dream ever. I dreamt Grant Ward was in love with me and I fell asleep in his arms.
As my body begins to wake, I fight it, now wanting to leave my beautiful dream. But just as I'm about to cry for waking up, I feel a warm body next to mine. The smell is so familiar and welcoming. I'm on something both soft and hard.
Soft because I feel safe and I never want to leave this position but hard because I can feel all his muscles. I turn my face to breath him in.
"Morning, sunshine." His deep sexy voice welcomes me back to consciousness.
My smile is immediate. "I don't want to wake. I want to lay here with you forever. Your body feels so good." I admit and he chuckles.
I hear someone clear their throat and my eyes fly open.
My brother and my father are both standing by the foot of my bed. I can feel my face flush and I don't know what to say. So, I poke Grant hard on his side.
"Ow. What was that for?" He chuckles but rubs where I poked.
"For not warning me." I say quietly and he chuckles again. "Hi." I say louder to my dad and Fitz.
My dad has a disapproving look in his eyes and Fitz just looks disgusted.
"Mind keeping that till you get home?" Fitz points between Grant and me.
I smile at the thought of being back home with Grant.
"I said I was going to support it but I didn't expect to find you in her bed so soon." My dad gives Grant a look and I roll my eyes.
"I'm in a hospital, hooked up to a heart monitor." I remind my dad.
Grant eases his arm from behind my back and eases out of bed. I pout. "Stop that." He tells me. He kisses my temple. "Behave. I'm going home to shower, shave and then I'll be back."
"Wait." I grab his hand and lace our fingers together.
He stops and turns back to me. "What?"
I shoot my dad and brother a quick glance before I pull him closer. "Don't shave." I say quietly and give what I hope is a sexy look.
He smiles and gives me another quick kiss before turning and heading out of the room. As he exits, Jemma walks in.
"Oh, thank God." I say as I see her waving a little bag at me. It's my emergency toiletry bag. I can't wait to brush my teeth.
"You're welcome." She giggles as she hands it to me.
I grab it and drop it. I grab her to give her a hug. "I love you, Jem."
"Oh, Skye. I love you too." She hugs me tight and then leans back. "Don't you ever make plans without telling me again, do you hear me?" Her face has lost its smile and in place, she has a stern look.
I nod. "Promise."
They settle in and I ask them how long I've been out.
They tell me I was out for almost five days and answer my questions about what's been happening but I feel like they're hiding something from me.
Five individuals are all sitting in prison for the biggest school shooting in US history. Between them, they injured ninety-three people and killed forty-seven.
My heart hurts thinking of all the students there that day and their families. Forty-seven people went there that day and never went home. I didn't want to think about all of us who had made it out. I hate myself. I was safely underground while everyone experienced fear and tragedy and all because I had my own security with me.
"We were lucky, honey. We got you back." My dad squeezes my hand.
"Bakshi?" I ask suddenly remembering him. I look between the three of them for an answer.
"He was shot before he approached you. He died on the way to the hospital." Again, it's my dad who answers.
I nod. I don't know how to feel about that. Should I be happy that he's dead? Or should I be pissed that he won't pay for what he did to me?
"Good riddance." Fitz says under his breath.
Just then, there's a knock on the door and we all look up to see Trip stepping in. When he sees me, a smile spreads across his face. "Hey, baby girl."
I smile and wave him over. He comes and we quickly hug. "Miss me?"
"Always." He steps back and goes back to the door. "The nurse just told me that they'll be coming soon to move you out of the ICU. I thought you'd want to know."
"Thanks, Trip." My dad smiles at him and then at me. "This is good news. They didn't want to promise me anything when I arrived."
"Thank God. The girls have been waiting to see you." Jemma grins.
"They couldn't come in?" I asked.
Jemma shakes her head. "You're only really allowed two people in here and they have to be family but you know Ward. He got it bumped to four but still, it was limited to family. It's only been us and May. Ward stayed outside and wouldn't leave." She's rambling but I love it.
"He loves you." Fitz explains while shaking his head. It's like he's trying to wrap his head around it. I laugh and wince.
"Don't make me laugh." I tell him.
He gives me sad eyes but shakes his head again. "It's just weird to think that one of my best friends is in love with my sister." He looks like he's losing it. "And my sister loves my friend. It's disgusting."
Jemma laughs as I can't. "Well, it wouldn't be if you stopped imagining it."
A petrified look crosses Fitz's face. "I—I wasn't imagining—lord, Jemma. Now, I'm—oh my God." Fitz is making a face and I squeeze my mouth to stop my laugh.
I turn to my dad who has a big smile on his face. "It's good to see you with your eyes open, honey." Tears coat his eyes.
I reach for his hand and squeeze it. "It feels good to have them open, dad."
Grant was back before I was moved out of the ICU and into a standard room. Bobbi and Elena quickly came to visit and he stepped out again to give me some time with them.
Before stepping out, he leaned in to kiss me and this time before he could pull away, I pulled him to me as I opened my mouth. His response was immediate. His tongue was divine. We only pulled back when we heard giggles.
"No. No. Don't let us stop you." Bobbi had her hands up as she leaned back in her chair.
I'd forgotten they were here for a minute. I turned back to Grant and leaned into his ear. "Later." I promise in a whisper.
He grinned as he kissed my temple and walked out.
"At least something good came out of the video." Elena laughs and Bobbi joins her.
The what? Video? What video?
Bobbi sees my confusion because she abruptly stops laughing. Elena stops laughing too.
"What are you guys talking about?" I ask them and I don't miss the look they give each other. "Guys, what video?"
Elena clears her throat. "I'm sorry, Skye. I thought you knew."
"Knew what?" I ask. "What video?" I'm getting annoyed that they're not answering. What video were they talking about?
Elena pulls out her phone and thumbs through it. "Hold on. Let me find it."
After about a minute, she hands me her phone.
It takes me a couple of seconds to understand what it is that I'm watching. My heart stops and my body turns cold. Who would post this? Who would record to begin with? Why would someone record me pouring my heart out like that? This is personal.
And then it hits me. This video is online. Ohmygod. The heart monitor starts going crazy again. "How long ago did this come out?" I ask and I see them sharing another look. "Has he seen it?"
They nod.
"Is this why he's with me?" I panic. "Did he watch this and feel bad?" My vision becomes blurry and I hate that I have tears in my eyes. Was Grant with me because of this video? Was he with me out of pity?
"Calm down, Skye." Elena rubs my arms.
"Of course not." Bobbi shakes her head.
I close my eyes and think back to times with Grant. Had he ever even shown interest in me before this? He pushed me away. As soon as I broke up with Lincoln, he told me he was quitting. Wouldn't he have stuck around because Lincoln was gone? This makes no sense to me. I was so excited to hear the word 'love' come out of his mouth; I hadn't even thought about the truth behind it.
I'm gonna be sick. My stomach turns.
"Skye, you know Ward." Bobbi sits next to me on the bed. "He would never lie to you and he wouldn't be with anyone if he didn't want to be. You know what kind of man he is. Don't doubt this."
"It was a stupid joke, Skye. Forgive me. I never should have said anything." Elena still holds my other hand.
What Bobbi was saying was true, at least I thought it was. I could see my friends felt bad.
"I just meant," Elena continues, "that the truth is finally out there. It's so obvious we didn't see it. It sounds like you've been in love for a long time and you never said anything."
"Yea, and according to Hunter, Ward's been the same way. Maybe this horrible thing can bring something good." Bobbi tugs at my arm.
Just then, a nurse barges in with Grant right before her.
"Sugar, are you ok? Your heart rate quickened and hasn't slowed down." The nurse comes forward and Elena gets out of her way.
The nurse checks me quickly and asks how I feel. I look at Grant and see the worry etched on his face.
"I'm ok." I tell them. "I just—can I get a moment alone with Grant?"
Bobbi and Elena nod as the nurse walks out of the room.
"We'll go and come back tomorrow. I think we've done enough damage for one day." Bobbi gives me a small smile and waves.
Elena waves and follows Bobbi out of the room.
Grant waits until we're alone to finally ask, "What's wrong, sweetheart? You ok?" He comes over to me and laces his fingers with mine.
I nod and clear my throat. "Are you with me because of the video?" I'm scared to know the answer.
"You watched the video?" He asks frowning. He looks towards the door and shakes his head. "They couldn't give you a day."
"Grant." I yank at his hand so he can give me an answer.
"Of course, I am." He answers with no hesitation.
My eyes dart to him.
He sighs and un-laces our hands. For a second, I feel rejected but he quickly sits on the bed with me. He puts his arm around my shoulders and brings me close to him.
"Skye, I wasn't prepared to hear that you loved me, especially from a video. I've loved you for a long time but when I admitted it to myself, I convinced myself that you weren't safe with me. So, I put in my resignation."
"You what?" I say surprised. "Let me get this straight. You realize you're in love with me and your first instinct is to get away from me?" I don't know how else to take that but rejected.
"Come on, Skye. It wasn't like that." He looks frustrated and I don't know if the annoyance is aimed at me or himself. "I can't protect you correctly when I feel like this about you. I've already dropped the ball with you before and I'm not going to do it again."
When did he drop the ball? I'm so confused. He's been perfect. "Grant, what are you talking about? You've been perfect." I shake my head because it doesn't even matter. "Everything has changed now, right? You'll still be my guard. We're—"
"I'm no longer your bodyguard, Skye." He tells me slowly.
My body automatically freezes at the news. "No." I tell him. "No, you're coming back."
"Skye, be reasonable."
"I am. You're coming back to work."
"I'll still be in charge of security. Your dad hired Hunter and me to keep you safe. The guys will still be security but we'll be calling the shots. But I will no longer be a part of the security detail."
The news breaks my heart. I know I'm acting like a child but I want him next to me at all times. "Grant, please."
"What's the difference, Skye?"
"The difference is that I won't see you every day!" I cry frustrated. "Why can't we go back to that?"
"Skye, do you think your father is going to be happy about your main bodyguard—who was living in your house by the way—will also be dating his daughter?"
"I don't care what he says." I argue and then something about this comment makes me think. "You're moving out too, aren't you?"
"Skye, I can't—"
I shake my head. "Grant, we've waited this long to admit we love each other. I'm not prepared to lose any more time. Move in with me."
His mouth falls in shock. "Skye,"
"No, listen. I almost died." He flinches at this but I continue. "I almost died. We've lost so much time. Who cares about social standards? Who cares what people think? Who cares that we haven't been together the appropriate time? I love you and you love me. I want to live with you. I want to wake up to you every morning and I want you to be the last thing I see when I go to sleep." I watch him closely as he thinks about this. "Move in with me."
He's quiet as he thinks. I wait to see what he thinks about this idea. I can't wait to start my life with him. I've loved him for too long to just start as if we've just met.
"Your dad is going to kill me." He says with a smile and I squeal.
He comes forward to kiss me and I melt in his arms. His tongue enters my mouth and I moan. Sometime later, when we pull apart, I can't help but ask, "You really won't come back?"
He knows what I'm asking. "Skye, I can't be with you and keep you safe. It's too much of a distraction. Please don't ask me again. I'm already having a tough time with it." I see it in his eyes. He doesn't want to do this either. He doesn't want to leave my side.
As much as I want to fight him on this, I won't push him to do something he's not comfortable with. This is who he is to the core. He's just watching out for me.
"Ok." I can't seem to stop pouting. He gives me a quick kiss. "I'm gonna miss having you with me twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week."
He chuckles. "Don't forget we'll be living together. We'll see each other plenty."
I stifle a yawn. "Why am I so tired?" I ask, my energy quickly bottoms out.
"Your body has been through trauma. Sleep." He kisses me once more and I try to make room for him. I feel his body next to mine before I let sleep take me.
I'm allowed to leave the hospital a week later but I've got doctor appointments lined up to make sure I'm ok. As soon as I get home, I start talking to people who were at the school during the shooting. I talk to students, teachers, staff, family, and journalists. I try to get as much information as possible and once I have the information that I need, I start calling my friends.
My friends like Taylor, John, and Alicia are quick to say yes to what I'm proposing. They're big names in the music industry so as soon as I have some big names, smaller acts agree to join. I've got Jemma and Deke making calls. Once I have ten people who have committed themselves to this cause, I call Aunt Mel and my dad.
People lost their lives, people lost loved ones, people were injured during the shooting and I want to help them all with expenses. I call a couple of big concert venues in the area and let them know what I'm doing. All proceeds earned with the benefit concert will go to hospital and funeral costs. Some places seem interested but nobody gives me a definite yes.
We call promoters and companies to give sponsorships. I get the ball rolling and soon, it's us getting calls from people who want to be involved.
I have to back out of my role in the romantic comedy I was going to be in because I won't be able to do training. It was a small part but I liked my role. The studio was very nice and understanding.
Grant is no longer by side on a daily basis and I miss his so much but I love falling asleep to him every night and waking up to him every morning. I get the feeling he doesn't see the house as his "home" though. He hates when I offer to pay for things and it's infuriating.
"Jemma?" I bite on the inside of my lip. I've got a crazy idea and I don't know how Grant will feel about it but it's the only thing I can think of.
"Yea, Skye?" She turns to me from her blackberry. The concert is fast approaching, so I know she's busy and I hate to add something else on her plate but I have no idea who to contact.
"Can you do me a favor?"
She frowns and nods. "What's up?"
"Do you think you can find me a good and reliable realtor? Or find a couple and set up meetings for me to talk to them?" I really need to talk to Grant first.
"A realtor?" She gives me a confused look but again she only nods and doesn't comment.
"Thanks." I give her a small smile and look down at my phone.
I text Grant to see if he can call me when he gets a chance and I wait for his response.
My phone rings a couple of minutes later and a stupid smile covers my face when I see it's Grant.
"Hi." Do I sound as stupid to him as I sound to myself?
"Hi, baby." His voice is so sexy. 'Baby' is one of the few names he calls me now. My smile gets wider. "What's up?"
"I know you're working late tonight and we were supposed to go out for dinner but I'd rather stay in." I told him as my stomach tightens.
"Ok. That sounds good to me." He waits because he knows I'm not done and for some reason, that fact calms me. He knows me so well.
"Any preferences? Mexican? Italian?" I ask.
"Whatever's easiest for you." I can hear the smile on his face. He likes when I cook for him.
"Ok. I need to talk to you about something." As I say it a bit of the nervousness comes back.
"Oooo…k." He stays quiet. "What's going on, sweetheart? You ok?"
I nod forgetting he can't see me. "Yea. Just nervous on how you'll react. It's nothing bad, I promise. It's just—out of left field."
He stays quiet for a moment and another wave of calmness overwhelms me. As much as he knows me, I know him too. I can sense his smile.
"Don't laugh at me." I pout but I'm also smiling.
"I would never laugh." I can hear the smile on his face.
"Liar." I call him out.
He chuckles. "You're cute when you're nervous. Just tell me now so it won't eat at your stomach." He urges me.
I shake my head. "No, I'd rather talk to you face to face."
He sighs. "Ok but don't stress over it. I love you. I've got to go. I'll see you tonight."
"K. I love you." I hang up before I make him stay on the phone longer. He's busy and I don't want to hold him up too long or Hunter will have my ass.
Their company is beginning to grow. They have multiple employees, both men and woman bodyguards who are assigned to some big profile name and for rich people. The company not only provides guards but security systems, training and detective work.
I head into the kitchen and look over the cabinets to see what we have to make. After looking at everything, I decide to make some rice with potatoes and some Chile Verde.
I pull out all the ingredients and start cooking. I also grab the correct cookbook to make sure I'm remembering everything correctly. It takes me a little longer than it would normally because I'm making a ton of extra food.
I divide the dinner and put some in containers, making my way to the back house. The containers are heavy and hot and I feel like I have enough food to feed a family of five.
"Guys!" I call out just outside their door.
Trip opens the door and is quick to take most of the food from me. Robbie comes up behind him and grabs the rest of it.
"Thanks." Dang, that was heavy.
"Damn, girl. This is a ton of food. What's the occasion?" Trip asks, setting the food down on the counter.
"I'm having dinner with Grant tonight and we have to talk about some things so you're banned from the main house." I warn them, pointing my finger at them so they know I'm serious.
Robbie smiles and gives Trip a look. "Sure. Talking."
Trip smiles and laughs. "Girl, you know you ain't gotta lie."
"What's she lying about?" Mack comes out of the back room, rubbing the back of his head. He looks like he was taking a nap.
"Skye's planning to get laid and wants to make sure we stay out of the house." Robbie flops himself on the couch and grabs a game controller.
"Robbie!" My mouth hangs open.
The guys laugh.
"Thanks for the food, Skye." Mack opens it and smells the contents.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow." I head back out the door but before I exit, I turn back to them, "and if you must know, I don't have to plan when I get laid. I get some on a daily basis." I stick my tongue out at Robbie and close the door as I see his face turn to disgust.
"Very ladylike!" He calls after me. I giggle and head back in.
I still need to get ready. I shower, shave and find something cute to wear, nothing too crazy. We'll just be staying home but it's still date night.
When Grant arrives, he takes me in his arms and snuggles into the crook of my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access and I breathe him in. I love when he gets home from work.
"I missed you." He says as he does on a daily basis.
"It's your own fault." I kiss him gently on his cheek and he turns to catch my mouth. I moan into his mouth as his tongue rubs against mine.
After a minute or so, he pulls back gently. "What's for dinner? It smells incredible and I'm starving." He takes my hand and we make our way to the kitchen.
We have dinner and finally, he asks me about what I wanted to talk to him about.
I take a deep breath, "Well, I know it's been weird for you to call this home. You've always lived here but it was different. So, I wanted to know if I'd be ok if we looked into getting a house…together." I look at him from under my lashes and try not to panic.
His eyes go wide. "Skye, are you sure? This is your home? You poured your heart and soul into making this everything you've ever wanted."
"Yes, but I want something we both love. I want to decide together. I want it to be our home, not just mine." I explain.
After a couple of minutes, he smiles. "If you're sure. Yes, let's find our home."
I squeal and jump off my chair and into his lap. "Really?"
"Yes." He says enthusiastically. "I want my name on the paperwork. If you won't let me buy it for us when I insist on getting something 50-50." He looks me square in the eye and his words make me melt. Sometimes I hate when people are old fashioned about things but he makes some sound so romantic.
"50-50." I kiss him quickly. "We're equals, you're not my keeper." I tease. He knows I'm joking, so he kisses me back. I know it might have bothered him a lot in the beginning, the fact that I make more money than him but I think he's getting used to it.
"I love you." He tells me.
"I love you."