a/n: I originally entered this on the MCMB Happily Married Contest. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot kicks ass. I don't.
Querida
The evening started out innocently enough.
Jesse picked me up, coming inside to greet my step-family, as usual. This is one of the reasons my mom lets me go out with him: He's so honorable.
My dear mother seems to think Spanish guys are in the Mafia.
Sure.
And that's ITALIAN guys, Mom.
The other reason she likes Jesse? Because he's so unbelievably hot.
I kid you not. I have caught my mom checking out my boyfriend.
Come on, Mom. You've got Andy. Stare at HIS ass all you want.
Just not my boyfriend's.
I shudder to think what would happen if Jesse left me for my mom. He would most likely become a ghost again, if you catch my drift.
The evening got decidedly more kinky when we reached Jesse's car, a convertible Mustang, paid for with his second paycheck. (The first had gone to Father D and the Mission, to repay the good Father for all he had helped Jesse with). Jesse reached out and tied a handkerchief over my eyes. Shut up. I didn't say REALLY kinky.
"Jesse?" I asked, leaving the question hanging..
"Yes, querida?"
"Um, this whole blindfold thing..."
"Wait, querida. You'll see." His smooth, sexy, Spanish-accented voice said form somewhere to my left. I relaxed (somewhat) in my seat, feeling the warm wind lace its long fingers through my long, chestnut-brown hair that I had taken so much time to straighten this afternoon.
I reached for the knot at the back of my head when Jesse put the car into park, only to feel his warm hand over mine.
"Wait." He opened the door, and grabbing my hand, pulled me...somewhere. Shut up. I had a blindfold on. The heels on my Jimmy Choos (Comfortable! I learned my lesson the hard way) sunk into something, something that shifted and sunk with every step. The ground hardened and my heels clicked on the surface. Jesse picked me up carefully. He stepped onto something else that swayed and dipped, bobbing on a strange current. He set me down on a cushioned chair, and tugged at the knot in the bandana. The scarf came loose, and I gasped. We were on a sailboat, just floating away from the dock. The sun was just floating below the horizon, sending red and orange streaks across the sky, turning the water blood-red. I sat at a table for two, complete with candles and some fancy dinner. Somewhere, perhaps in a backyard of a beachside home, someone practiced thir violin, playing a beautiul piece that reflected the joy and love in both Jesse's eyes, and I'm sure, the joy and love in mine.
"Jesse," I whispered, squeezing the hand that I still held.
"I love you, querida," he whispered, pulling me into a kiss. I melted into him, drinking everything in: The view, Jesse...This was perfect. Just perfect.
Jesse pulled away, suddenly nervous. He fumbled with something in the pocket of his tux, eyebrows drawn together in an adorable expression of his anxiousness. He pulled out a tiny box after taking a deep breath.
"Susannah--I've wanted to ask you this for a while now--Will you--" He stammered, opening the box and dropping to one knee. Something in my mind clicked.
"Jesse," I whispered again. This couldn't be what I thought it was...
"Susannah...Will you marry me?" He finished, pulling a beautiful diamond ring out of the box.
Ooh. This is a tough one. Tears threatened to spill over from the beauty of it all.
"Yes! Jesse, I WILL marry you!" I flung my arms around him, and felt him laugh, deep in his chest. A relieved laugh. A happy laugh. He turned my face towards his and kissed me. A kiss beyond kisses. A kiss that surpassed all the others he had given me. A kiss full of love.
a/n: Awwww. How can you not enjoy the Suze/Jesse romance? Please review.
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