"Run that by me again?" She asked her husband, lifting her daughter's luggage onto the cart she was pushing.
Charlie let out a long breath and made a worried face. "Honey, would you be willing to move to Canada, for me?"
"For you…?" His wife gave him a puzzled look, resting her hand on his shoulder. "What are you talking about, Charlie?"
Standing there listening, as her husband went into a long draw out ramble, reminded her of a similar conversation, about four years before.
They were laying on the bed in Charlie's bachelor pad, she was curled up against him as some random sitcom, that neither were really paying attention to played on the television. Charlie was stroking her cheek with his thumb, as she occasionally let out content sighs. They'd only been a couple officially for a few months and were still in the new stages of the relationship. The swell of love Connie felt whenever she looked into the eyes of you former best friend was dizzying at times.
"Baby…?" Charlie kissed the top of her head gently, to see if she was awake.
"Hmm?" The petite beauty shifted slightly in his arms to look at him.
"Are you awake?"
"I'm talking to you aren't, I?" She laughed, patting his knee.
"Oh, right."
"What is it, darling?"
"I have to ask you something.."
"Ooookay, so ask me." Connie looked at him, half amused and half concerned.
Charlie let out a long breath, trying to form the question perfectly in his head before asking. He knew what he wanted to say, he just didn't know how to phrase it without sounding like he was rushing their relationship. "Cons, you know how much I love you, right?"
She nodded her reply and knit her eyebrows.
"How good it makes me feel to fall asleep every night with my arms around you. And I don't think there's any better way to wake up, then next to you."
Connie chuckled and ran her fingers up his forearm gently. "Baby, you're rambling."
"Oh, right, yeah. What I mean is," He took her hand and run his thumb over her knuckles. "will you move in… here… with me?"
Connie went silent and looked at him in the moment. Her dark eyes probed into his smoky blue ones. If he had been anyone else she wouldn't have even had to think about it. She'd have instantly said no, she wasn't ready. But this was Charlie, her closest friend, her confidant, her lover. He knew her inside and out, in everyway.
"If… if you don't want to, I understand." Her boyfriend kissed her temple, reassuringly.
She chewed her bottom lip, thinking hard. Connie watched as Charlie's face fell and she felt a sharp pain in her heart. Just seeing him sad hurt her physically, and she knew right then and there just how much she loved him. She couldn't bare to spend a moment longer then absolutely necessary without him.
"Okay, let's do it."
"Really?" Charlie's eyes widened, in awe.
Connie nodded. "Uhuh. When?" She queried.
"As soon as possible." Her responded, kissing her exaggeratedly.
Connie just giggled. "Sound's good to me."
"Cons, are you listening to me? Connie? Constance?" Charlie's voice snapped her back to reality.
A smile teased at the corner of her lips. "Did you just call me, Constance?"
Her husband winced. "Sure that you heard."
"I heard it all, Sweetie. If you want Toronto, and you want to be a Maple Leaf, then yes, I'll move for you."
"I have the best wife in the world" Charlie exclaimed and kissed her cheek before racing off to catch Madison, who was trying to pat a blind lady's seeing eye dog.
As he walked away, Connie whispered. "How am I gonna tell, Guy?"