As Good As Dreams
By: Christina K.
Chapter 12: Under the Moonlight
(A/N: I should wait to post this, mainly because I'm going to need to buy myself the time later on. I've hit a brick wall with this story and between work and being sick, I haven't gotten anywhere. I'm stuck on chapter 14, but I'll pull myself through my writer's block, I always do, so if progress slows down, I apologize, please be patient. But like I said, think of toady as your adopted birthday because I'm uploading two chapters today. If you hate fluff, beware. This one's full of it. Enjoy!!!)
I knew everything was perfect, but I couldn't stop fidgeting with the arrangement of the candles or flowers. Nothing could go wrong tonight.
I was on the roof of my apartment building, making sure everything was perfect for my date with Delilah tonight, a candlelight picnic under the moon.
I had built up her anticipation all week long, making sure she had no idea what my plans were. I had almost driven her crazy by all of the mystery.
The sky started fading from bright blue to a dark crimson and I knew that she would be on her way soon, so I headed downstairs myself, to finish getting ready.
A few minutes before eight, I locked my apartment door and attached a note with a piece of tape. I headed back out to the roof and waited fro her arrival.
I was sitting on the edge of the roof, listening to the far-off clamor of the traffic below me, enjoying the warm summer breeze, when I heard door close behind me. I turned to see Delilah standing in front of the door, glowing in the moonlight. She looked stunning, wearing the white dress she told me that she bought just for tonight. She looked so angelic in white.
"Hello," we both said and smiled.
She walked over and kissed me.
"Come have a seat. I hope you're not hungry. I didn't cook, but I have a bottle of Chardonnay."
"That sounds perfect."
So we sat there, sipping wine and talking, sneaking in a kiss or two every once in a while.
And then it came time to ask her what I had been planning on all week. I felt the butterflies in my stomach jump to life as I handed her a plate with two chocolate covered fortune cookies on it.
"Oh, how yummy! Wait, which one is mine?" She asked, quirking her eyebrow at the tray suspiciously.
"They both are. Which one do you want to open first?"
She looked at both like I had given her a life or death decision. The suspense was killing me, and she read it on my face. She giggled and picked the cookie on the right.
I felt as if my heart would jump out of my chest as she cracked it open and slowly read the slip of paper. I saw the tears glisten her eyes.
"This is killing me, Delilah. Which one is it?" She didn't respond, except for a sniffle, as she handed it to me.
After a minute, she nodded her head and put her arms around my neck. "Yes, I will."
I breathed a sigh of relief and kissed her, while trying to pull the velvet box out of my pocket.
She looked at me, through her tears and asked me, "Can I have my ring now?"
I couldn't help laughing as I opened the box and slipped the diamond onto her finger.
"So, what does the other cookie have in it?"
"Open it and find out." I had completely forgotten about the second cookie.
So she picked it up and looked for any clues on my face. When she didn't find any, she split the cookie and popped a piece into her mouth.
She looked at me, confused and showed me the paper.
"What's this supposed to be?"
"It's a flight number, to Canada. My mother's birthday is next week and she's invited us to visit for a week of so. What do you think?"
"I'd love to. I can't wait. When do we leave?"
"Wednesday, and we'll return the next Thursday."
"That sounds perfect."
She leaned in and kissed me.
Yes, it definitely was perfect.