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Chappie
#7 – I Need You
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That night, Vaughn wanted to take me to dinner.
"Syd, I want you to put on something as beautiful as you are because I'm going to take you out somewhere really fancy." He said.
He gave me a peck on the lips and I went to find the perfect dress to wear. I rummaged through my closet until I found a sleek, black halter dress with white butterfly detailing on the bottom. I paired it with a silver butterfly necklace and my favourite black strappy heels. I went to the livingroom and saw Vaughn sitting on the couch in one of his famous suits. He promptly stood up when I entered the room.
"Wow." He said, "You look absolutely beautiful." I smiled.
"You don't look so bad yourself, Mister Vaughn." I replied. He smiled back and gave me a sweet kiss.
I never noticed it before, but when he kisses me, it feels like I'm floating on air; like I'm weightless and floating gently through the clouds. In fact, I think I once saw heaven while he was kissing me. What can I say? He's a great kisser.
Vaughn kindly opened the door for me and led me out. He opened the car door for me and helped me in before getting in himself, and we were off to wherever this mystery place was.
About 30 minutes later, we pulled up to a beautiful restaurant called The Rose Garden. The building had an old Victorian look to it and there were vines crawling up the outside walls, along with small clusters of rosebushes. Vaughn got out, and ran around the car to open my door for me. He helped me out and slid his arm around my waist as we walked into the restaurant.
"Tableau pour deux." He told the maitre'd, and he led us to a table in the back.
"Queest-ce que je peux vous obtenir pour boire?" the waiter asked with a heavy French accent. ("What can I get you to drink?") I looked at Vaughn.
"Une bouteille de votre champagne plus fin." He replied. The waiter nodded and gave us our menus before walking away. I looked at the French writing before I looked inquisitively at Vaughn.
"What is it?" he asked imploringly.
"I failed French in high school." I said, laughing.
"You want me to order?" he asked.
"Please." I said. He smiled.
"What?" I asked.
"You failed French? That's kind of hard to believe from the girl that knows Spanish, Russian, and German, among many others." He said.
"Madame Scheffield said I could never quite get the fluidity and romance of French." I replied, "." ("But I think I can get by well enough with my Russian.")
"I think you've got the romance down pretty well." Vaughn said, grinning, "And your Russian isn't that bad either."
The waiter broke up our language discussion to bring us a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses. He then asked for our order, in French of course. Vaughn responded with a jumble of French words and the waiter nodded and walked away.
"What exactly did all that mean?" I asked with a puzzled look on my face,
"I ordered us both chicken parmesan." He replied. I nodded contently and entwined my hands with his over the table.
"How did I manage to have a wonderful fiancée that knows the languages I don't?" I asked with a smile.
"I suppose you just got lucky." He replied, kissing my right hand.
"I suppose I did." I said. I leaned over the table and kissed him.
"Are you trying to seduce me Miss Bristow?" He asked playfully.
"Until I'm not Miss Bristow anymore." I replied with a smile. He smiled at the thought aswell.
The waiter interrupted us once again to bring us 2 plates of chicken parmesan.
"Bon appetite." He said.
"Merci." Vaughn and I said simultaneously. He looked at me suspiciously.
"I thought you didn't know French." He said.
"No. J'ai dit que j'ai échoué le français. Two completely different things." I responded matter-of-factly. ("I said I failed French.") He smiled and we both ate our dinner.
Afterward, he took me took me to a nearby beach. We took off our shoes and walked along hand-in-hand, talking about our future.
"Vaughn?" I said.
"What is it honey?" he asked.
"I always wanted to know why you asked me to marry you. I mean, out of anyone you could've chosen, why me?" I asked.
"There wasn't anyone else I could've chosen. Once you walked into my life 5 years ago, I knew there was no one else in the world for me but you. I knew you were the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with." He replied.
"Really?"
"Absolutely. I knew from that very moment that you were the woman of my dreams and I had to snap you up before I didn't have the chance."
"Aww. I love you." I said.
"I love you too." He said, smiling, "But I have a question for you too. What made you say yes when I asked you to marry me?"
"That's an easy one." I said, "I knew from the moment I walked into your office and saw the way you cared about me that you were the one for me. The guys long past in my life never cared as much about me as you." I replied.
He smiled again and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I turned to face him and leaned in to kiss him, and he kissed me back passionately. He lowered his arms to my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck. We stood there, liplocked until we both had to come up for air.
"Wanna go home?" I asked.
"Of course." He replied. I smiled and we walked back to the car.
He opened my door and helped me in once again, before getting in himself. Once we got in, he entwined his hand with mine and kissed my cheek. I smiled at his touch and drifted off into a daydream during the ride home. I was brought out of my daydream by the song on the radio that seemed to echo my feelings for the amazing man next to me.
I
don't need a lot of things
I can get by with nothing
With
all the blessings life can bring
I've always needed
something
But I've got all I want when it comes to lovin'
you
You're my only reason; you're my only truth
I
need you like water, like breath, like rain
I need you like
mercy from Heaven's gate
There's a freedom in your arms
that carries me through
I need you
You're
the hope that moves me
To courage again (oh yeah)
You're
the love that rescues me
When the cold winds rage
And
it's so amazin' 'cause that's just how you are
And I can't
turn back now
'Cause you've brought me too far
I
need you like water, like breath, like rain
I need you like
mercy from Heaven's gate
There's a freedom in your arms
that carries me through
I need you
Oh, yes I do
I
need you like water, like breath, like rain
I need you like
mercy from Heaven's gate,
There's a freedom in your arms,
yeah, that carries me through
I need you
Oh,
yes I do
I need you
I need you…
-- "I Need You" by LeAnn Rimes --
I began to sing along, and Vaughn looked at me, smiling.
"I think this should be our song." I suggested.
"I like it." He said, "Who's it by?"
"I think they said it was LeAnn Rimes." I replied, "But I think it's perfect."
"I think you're perfect." He said.
"Even though I failed French?" I asked jokingly.
"Yes. Even thought you failed French, you're still my perfect woman." He replied. I smiled at that, thinking that I wasn't the perfect one, he was.