Mr Pretzel

Chapter 14

"What about this one?"

"Nope, too small."

"There's two of us, how much room do you need?"

"Babe…"

"Okay, okay, you turn into a giant wolf, I get it. So what about this one?"

"No way!"

"What's wrong with it?" I threw my hands up in exasperation before flinging the housing section of the newspaper at his head, which he caught with perfect ease. Jerk.

"It's on the fifth floor." He replied, looking at me as if that was the most obvious answer in the world.

"So what?"

"So what if I have to get to the pack quickly, a person jumping from a fifth floor might raise a few questions." He grinned.

"But it has a beach view!" I whined, fully aware that I was seconds away from stomping my feet.

"Baby if you want a beach view, why don't you just go with my idea and we'll get a tent…" He trailed off at the look on my face, "No? Okay then, but we can't have that one."

"Then you pick a place for us." I sighed in frustration. Embry raised his eyebrows briefly at me before looking over the paper. I drummed my fingers on the table as he looked, mostly because I knew it annoyed him and the childish part of me really wanted to piss him off.

"How about this, two bedroom house, one bath, spacious kitchen and large back yard." He pushed the paper towards me and I saw a sweet looking house surrounded by trees and flowers.

"It looks amazing, but can we afford it?" I asked, gazing in wonder at the house.

"Sure we can, I mean I've got savings for a deposit and you've got your fancy cooking degree so I'm sure you'll find one of those high rise jobs." He winked at me and I gave a short, sarcastic laugh.

"In LaPush? And it's a culinary degree." I pointed out.

"Pot-ay-to po-tah-to, and okay fair point. But we'll still have two incomes when you find a job babe." He put his hand in mine.

"Yeah, if they ever decide to give me a visa." Over the past couple of weeks I'd applied for a working visa but so far I'd just been ignored, even though I'd called them countless times.

"Well there is another way…" He whispered, leaning closer to me and kissing my nose.

"Pray tell." I retorted, still very sarcastic but Embry, wisely, ignored it.

"You could marry me." I burst out laughing.

"Are you asking?" I giggled but stopped suddenly at his dead serious, if slightly hurt, look.

"Do you want me to ask?" He asked, his voice lowering a little.

"Um, I don't know. Eventually, of course, but…"

"Well, why not now?" He asked, this time a bit more excited.

"I… because you haven't even thought about this. There isn't a ring or anything." I tried to justify it.

"Actually…" He ran upstairs as fast as his long legs would take him and I tried not to have a heart attack, he was back down in moments, before I even had time to think, "I've been carrying this around since we got here. It was my Grandma's."

He opened a black velvet box to show a delicate silver ring with a sapphire in the middle surrounded by tiny white diamonds. I couldn't even speak as he dropped to one knee, holding out the ring to me as I gaped.

"I know it's sudden, and very fast. And I promise I won't be offended if you say no… much. But I love you so much and there's no one else for me, you're it. You're the reason I get up in a morning and come home safe for. My mom used to quote famous philosophers all the time in the hopes I'd actually listen and turn into a genius overnight. But this one quote from Aristotle always stayed with me, 'Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies', and Scar, you have my heart and soul. It would really mean the world to me if you'd marry me?" He finished and looked at me for a moment before enveloping my hand in his and raising it to kiss my palm.

"Yes." I choked out, my throat tight from unshed tears. His head snapped up, his expression hopeful.

"What?" He asked, almost doubtful.

"Yes." I said again, this time with more conviction. The smile he gave me could light up a city as the picked me up and swung me around, laughing all the time.

"You said yes, you really said yes!" He half- muttered, half- laughed to himself. I giggled and nodded along with him, he set me down to put the ring on my finger but it stuck half way, Embry looked up at me sheepishly.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, my Grams was freakishly small. I'll get the resized like lightening." He grinned before capturing my lips and swinging me around again and again.

A/n. Hey… please don't shoot! I know I haven't written anything in so long and you've probably forgotten about me and I don't blame you if you stop reading this story. I'm so sorry but I just haven't been feeling it, I couldn't figure out where this was going and I hated that. In the mean time, I've finished school, gone to Paris, come home, decorated and moved into my new room and a whole bunch of other things. I do have my plot sorted out now though… mostly. I'd love it if you'd read and review but I totally understand if you've completely lost interest in this story and hate me forever. I deserve it!

Anyway, hope to hear from you.

Peace

Writer-Of-Randomness