The Tutor, Epilogue
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Rating, summary, disclaimer, and pairing still apply.
Author's Note: This was an interesting ride. I hope it doesn't seem rushed, but I almost feel like I would end up dragging it out or never finish it if I didn't end it now. Now we'll fast-forward a year and go from there. The song is "I Love You" by V.V. Brown. Enjoy.
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(A year later...)
I gotta be honest, the last year of my life has been on the up and up. Yes I did pass music theory, and I graduated from college. I got a job working at a music store for the time being while I worked on my compositions. I also took up freelance composing for some low budget movies.
I moved out of Axel's house and moved in with Rude. And when I tell ya shit has been great, shit has been divine. I hate to get on that mushy shit, but I have never been happier in all my life. I found a keeper and I thank God for him.
"Whatcha cooking?" I asked as I stretched and walked into the kitchen.
"Morning sleepyhead," Rude gave me a kiss. "Pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs."
"Work today?" I ate a piece of bacon.
"Three clients and a few at the hospital. Tried to reschedule but no luck."
"Why reschedule?"
"You know what today is right?" he looked at me. I stopped chewing the eggs to think. And then it hit me.
"Goddamn it's our anniversary."
"You forgot," he shook his head with a smile. "You fuckin' up Reno."
"I sorry babe," I grabbed him from behind and slipped a hand in his sweatpants. "Lemme make it up to you..."
"Tease," he bit his lip. "You're gonna make me burn the pancakes."
"Turn the burner off. I'd rather have a taste of you anyway..."
"How the hell did you forget your anniversary?" Az asked as we looked at watches.
"I mean it just doesn't feel like its been a year," I pointed at one. "What about that one?"
"I like it. Kinda pricey though."
"For Rude, it's worth it," I waved over a sales clerk.
"Y'all are so damn cute," he hit me.
"You know this lovey-dovey shit is new to me," I hit him back before turning back to the clerk with my card. "I'll take the gold Armani one right there."
"Anything else planned for tonight?"
"I'm still thinking," I said as I took the bag, receipt, and card and we left. "I mean I can't cook for shit so that's out. We go out to eat all the time so that's out too."
"What about a weekend cruise to the Caribbean?"
"You paying?" I looked at him. Az took two tickets out of his pocket with a grin.
"On me."
"Are you fuckin' serious?" I took the tickets and looked at him with raised brows.
"Of course I am. You know I consider you my brother, and you've spotted me plenty of times before when I didn't ask you to. Consider it my anniversary gift to you."
"I could kiss you right now, Az."
"I'll settle for a hug and a Big Mac."
I unlocked the front door and heard music coming from the piano room. There were candles leading there, and I followed. Rude was sitting at the piano singing as he played.
Driving down the boulevard
On our bikes, we pedal hard
Touch my waist, pull me along
You kept me safe, you kept me strong
Wishing we could stay right here
And time would slow down forever
I love you you you you you, you you you
And every little thing that you do for me
I love you you you you you, you you you
And every little thing that you do for me
He had me speechless again. I had to force my legs to walk over to him.
The restaurant, down by the sea
That's where we'd go, just you and me
Every time, #29
And we would eat on those plastic seats
Wishing we could stay right here
And time would slow down forever
I love you you you you you, you you you
And every little thing that you do for me
I love you you you you you, you you you
And every little thing that you do for me
I had heard him sing before, but god damn...his voice gave me chills. I heard girls say they'd give it up to a guy who could play, and now I understand why. It's such a sexy beautiful thing.
I love you, oh, for every thing you are
I love you for every little thing you are
I love you you you you you, you you you
And every little thing that you do for me
I love you
I love you you you you you, you you you
And every little thing that you do for me
I love you...
"If this isn't the most romantic shit a guy has ever done for me in my entire life," I hugged him from behind and kissed him on the cheek. "I don't know what to do with you. And I got you something."
I handed him a small black gift bag and sat next to him on the bench.
"You know I'm a sucker for a nice watch," he smirked at me when he opened it. "I love it."
"There's something else in there too, courtesy of Az. It's in the envelope."
Rude took out the envelope, opened it, and took out the tickets.
"Crazy right?"
"That's not the craziest part."
"What do you mean?" I raised a brow when he got up and stood in front of me.
"So...I asked Az to help me out with something."
"With what?"
Rude got down on one knee and my heart stopped.
"I told him that I wanted to marry you," he pulled out a black box and opened it. A black band with diamonds embedded all around stared at me straight in my face.
"Rude..."
"You're the best thing that's happened to me, Reno. You make me laugh, you make me happy, you support me...you're just the whole package. Everything that I want. And I want you to know that I'll do my best to keep you happy. So will you marry me?"
I wanted to cry. I know thugs don't cry, but I just wanted to burst out in tears.
"Of course I will," I got out.
He slipped the ring on my finger and I pulled him in for a kiss.
"I don't know if I wanna cry, kiss the shit out of you, or jump on top of you right now," I wiped my eyes. He laughed.
"I'm fine with all three, you know. And I owe you for your little teasing this morning, don't think I forgot."
"Oh really now?"
"Yes really," he bit my ear. "Let's go upstairs."
I can honestly say that before this, I have never "made love". But lemme tell you, Rude showed me. And showed me. And showed me again. He didn't leave one inch of my body unattended, un-kissed, un-caressed. I was so high off of him yet I remember every detail. Every moan, every burning fucking kiss. He was so gentle and so loving, like it's crazy. I have never loved someone as much as I love him, and I know I never will.
And to think, I hated music theory with a passion.
The bonus chapter will be up sometime next weekend. I hope you guys enjoyed.
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