Chapter 9 : The proposition.
Robert stood immobile too for a while. Carter, who was in the cafeteria with Kerry, saw the whole thing. He brought them a glass of water. Robert took it, and put some on Elizabeth's neck and face. She opened her eyes, let go a loud moan from her throat and reached her boyfriend's neck with her arms. He kneeled down and met her in this hug. They stayed so for a long while. Carter went near them and helped Elizabeth to sit up. As soon as she got up, her legs went weak and she thought she was falling again. The young doctor saw that and lifted her up. They exited the room, Robert on Carter's heels. He put her down on a gurney left on the middle of a corridor and left them to search for a nurse.
The meantime, Robert was very worried. Elizabeth seemed so fragile, her skin so white, her breath so heavy. He sat at her side and held her hand, it was cold. He was thinking about asking a nurse for a cover but she woke up. She looked all around her, not really knowing where she was and why she was there - then she saw her boyfriend and all her fears disappeared. She moved to sit up, with his help and started coughing, coughing very hard. She couldn't calm down. Carter, who had came back, was more than a little worried to see her cough like that and so was Robert! They told her to breathe slowly, calmly. She tried to do what she was told but it was too hard, the attack was stronger than her. Realising she was going to asphyxiate if they didn't do anything very soon, Carter put on an oxygen mask. After a few minutes, she finally calmed down. Robert looked quizzically at her, searching for any clue of a new attack, but all he saw in her eyes was exhaustion and fear. He encircled her in his arms, trying to reassure her. After a few minutes, not having had another big attack, just some coughing (I'm not sure this is very correct to say that, but my dictionary don't translate it!) they decided to come back to their room, to rest and have some privacy. Carter followed them and made sure that Elizabeth will be taken care of. A (doctor who takes care of the lung - I don't know what this is either!) came and, after inspecting Elizabeth, told them that she really needed to keep to the bed, that her health was deteriorating, that if she wanted to be better very soon she needed to slow down. She sighed, more angry than anything. Robert, on the other hand decided he would make her take some rest, more than necessary. He would do all he could to let her have her rest, he would take care of her more than she thought he could ever do, he would show her how much he loved her.
As soon as the doctor exited, he put his plan into action. He asked her to lay down on her stomach, she was intrigued but she did so. He opened gently the back clasp of her gown and posed some soft kisses on her neck and then started to massage carefully her back. It relaxed her more than she thought it ever could. She closed her eyes, lost in the luxury of caresses, she coughed some times but the relaxation she had attempted calmed her down quickly. He went on with his work for half an hour, then, feeling her breath becoming regular, he stopped and moved up on the bed. She was so beautiful. Her hair was graciously spread around her face, her head on her arms, her lovely lips slightly parted. He kissed the top of her forehead, closed her gown and came to bed near her.
The next morning they were both awoken by some movements on their bed. Elizabeth groggily lifted her head from Robert's neck and looked to see what was going on. What she saw brought a big smile to her face and warmed her heart: her little girl was there, trying to wake her. She took her in her arms and kissed her several times, until the child was bored of it and was now trying to wake her step father. Elizabeth gave a big smile to her father and mouthed him a thank you before sneaking in the bed, kissing Robert fully on the lips and keeping Ella in her arms. They hugged lengthily, enjoying the possibility to stay together as long as they wanted, well until Ella wanted. Ella, annoyed with her parents tenderness started moving and left the bed to go to see her grand father. Robert and Elizabeth, looked at her quizzically, but preferred go on with their morning softness. After some other kisses and hugs, Elizabeth moved to sit up but Robert caught her before she could do anything. He laid her down and told her not to get out of bed, except to go to the bathroom. She smiled at his gentleness. Charles was very impressed too, and he was even more when he saw Robert entering the room with a tray. He put it on Lizzie's lap and started making her toast. She was so happy! She drank her coffee while he fed Ella with some cereals. Then, as she was eating the good toast he made her, she saw he was agitated. He couldn't stay calm. He was nervous and she could tell it. Finally, he stood and retrieved something from the nightstand.
He walked slowly towards her, feeling rather anxious. He kneeled to her height and offered her, blushing, a small dark box. Doing so, he told her: "Elizabeth, the first time I saw you, I fell in love with you. And since we're together, I can't think of a single day without you. So, Elizabeth, would you give me the honour of becoming my wife?" Tears were forming on her eyes, and then rolling freely on her cheeks. She lay there, watching him, anxiety coming more and more in him. Finally, without a word, she kissed him deeply, agreeing to his offer. He looked at her deeply in her eyes, and he saw that she was alright. She said to him: "I'll be honoured to become yours, Robert." Softly she added "I love you".
Well, I think this story is finish. Perhaps If I get enough reviews I'll think about another one or a suit to this one. but apparently nobody seems to read it! (
Robert stood immobile too for a while. Carter, who was in the cafeteria with Kerry, saw the whole thing. He brought them a glass of water. Robert took it, and put some on Elizabeth's neck and face. She opened her eyes, let go a loud moan from her throat and reached her boyfriend's neck with her arms. He kneeled down and met her in this hug. They stayed so for a long while. Carter went near them and helped Elizabeth to sit up. As soon as she got up, her legs went weak and she thought she was falling again. The young doctor saw that and lifted her up. They exited the room, Robert on Carter's heels. He put her down on a gurney left on the middle of a corridor and left them to search for a nurse.
The meantime, Robert was very worried. Elizabeth seemed so fragile, her skin so white, her breath so heavy. He sat at her side and held her hand, it was cold. He was thinking about asking a nurse for a cover but she woke up. She looked all around her, not really knowing where she was and why she was there - then she saw her boyfriend and all her fears disappeared. She moved to sit up, with his help and started coughing, coughing very hard. She couldn't calm down. Carter, who had came back, was more than a little worried to see her cough like that and so was Robert! They told her to breathe slowly, calmly. She tried to do what she was told but it was too hard, the attack was stronger than her. Realising she was going to asphyxiate if they didn't do anything very soon, Carter put on an oxygen mask. After a few minutes, she finally calmed down. Robert looked quizzically at her, searching for any clue of a new attack, but all he saw in her eyes was exhaustion and fear. He encircled her in his arms, trying to reassure her. After a few minutes, not having had another big attack, just some coughing (I'm not sure this is very correct to say that, but my dictionary don't translate it!) they decided to come back to their room, to rest and have some privacy. Carter followed them and made sure that Elizabeth will be taken care of. A (doctor who takes care of the lung - I don't know what this is either!) came and, after inspecting Elizabeth, told them that she really needed to keep to the bed, that her health was deteriorating, that if she wanted to be better very soon she needed to slow down. She sighed, more angry than anything. Robert, on the other hand decided he would make her take some rest, more than necessary. He would do all he could to let her have her rest, he would take care of her more than she thought he could ever do, he would show her how much he loved her.
As soon as the doctor exited, he put his plan into action. He asked her to lay down on her stomach, she was intrigued but she did so. He opened gently the back clasp of her gown and posed some soft kisses on her neck and then started to massage carefully her back. It relaxed her more than she thought it ever could. She closed her eyes, lost in the luxury of caresses, she coughed some times but the relaxation she had attempted calmed her down quickly. He went on with his work for half an hour, then, feeling her breath becoming regular, he stopped and moved up on the bed. She was so beautiful. Her hair was graciously spread around her face, her head on her arms, her lovely lips slightly parted. He kissed the top of her forehead, closed her gown and came to bed near her.
The next morning they were both awoken by some movements on their bed. Elizabeth groggily lifted her head from Robert's neck and looked to see what was going on. What she saw brought a big smile to her face and warmed her heart: her little girl was there, trying to wake her. She took her in her arms and kissed her several times, until the child was bored of it and was now trying to wake her step father. Elizabeth gave a big smile to her father and mouthed him a thank you before sneaking in the bed, kissing Robert fully on the lips and keeping Ella in her arms. They hugged lengthily, enjoying the possibility to stay together as long as they wanted, well until Ella wanted. Ella, annoyed with her parents tenderness started moving and left the bed to go to see her grand father. Robert and Elizabeth, looked at her quizzically, but preferred go on with their morning softness. After some other kisses and hugs, Elizabeth moved to sit up but Robert caught her before she could do anything. He laid her down and told her not to get out of bed, except to go to the bathroom. She smiled at his gentleness. Charles was very impressed too, and he was even more when he saw Robert entering the room with a tray. He put it on Lizzie's lap and started making her toast. She was so happy! She drank her coffee while he fed Ella with some cereals. Then, as she was eating the good toast he made her, she saw he was agitated. He couldn't stay calm. He was nervous and she could tell it. Finally, he stood and retrieved something from the nightstand.
He walked slowly towards her, feeling rather anxious. He kneeled to her height and offered her, blushing, a small dark box. Doing so, he told her: "Elizabeth, the first time I saw you, I fell in love with you. And since we're together, I can't think of a single day without you. So, Elizabeth, would you give me the honour of becoming my wife?" Tears were forming on her eyes, and then rolling freely on her cheeks. She lay there, watching him, anxiety coming more and more in him. Finally, without a word, she kissed him deeply, agreeing to his offer. He looked at her deeply in her eyes, and he saw that she was alright. She said to him: "I'll be honoured to become yours, Robert." Softly she added "I love you".
Well, I think this story is finish. Perhaps If I get enough reviews I'll think about another one or a suit to this one. but apparently nobody seems to read it! (