Forever Yours Part 2

Chapter 2: Biggest Day

The following weekend, it was your birthday and they laid the bomb on you. You tried to act as traumatized as possible but also understanding in the end. Ivan came up to you and proposed to you. "My father gave me this ring to give to you; I hope you will accept it." He replied. You agreed with teary eyes, as you let him slip on the ring.

"Then it's settled, in exactly six weeks, the wedding will be on. We'll notify our parents immediately." Ivan's father replied. My father nodded.

Later that evening you and Ivan went out on a walk to make it look friendly/romantic. "This is…" You began but couldn't describe how to put it.

"Terrible." Ivan said simply.

"Yeah, I guess that's the best way to put it." You replied.

"I just hope we can stay hidden long enough for us to get the plan on track." He replied.

You nodded as you walked along with him under the starry sky. You shivered as the wind picked up a bit, throwing snow at you.

Ivan chuckled and wrapped his lavender-light pink scarf around your neck. "It helps, da?"

You nodded with a smile.

The following days you were out with Ivan while both your parents handled the wedding.

On the middle of the third week, he wand you went to the bridal shop to pick out a wedding dress. You found a princess styled dress that seemed to be made for you. It was simple enough, but elegant. Ivan's breath caught as you sheepishly came out of the dressing room and did a slow twirl for him. "Well? What do you think?"

"It's lovely, and you look..." He was unsure how the best way to put how you looked, after all, he had slowly began to have feelings for you, and wasn't sure how to tell you.

He stood and took your hand and spun you around, and then placed his enormous strong hand against the small of your back holding you tight. You blushed a bit as you tensed up; he was so close to you. Whether you guys were supposed to be pretending to be in love, or not, this was a little…awkward. Because it felt, in that moment that what he was doing wasn't playing around.

"I-Ivan what are you-,"

He leaned in and kissed you lightly, when he pulled away his were glossy with something she couldn't quite detect.

"I…I'm sorry." He whispered.

"It's…it's alright, you couldn't help yourself." You told him.

He nodded, "Let's buy this one."

You nodded, and then your lips began to tremble and collapsed into his arms and you embraced him, well as much as possible as you cried into his shoulder. "T-This isn't what I was expecting…I wanted all my girlfriends and my mom and my love's mom to be with me when I picked out my wedding dress. This isn't what I wanted my wedding to be like. I didn't want to be rushed; shouldn't I be allowed to be selfish on the biggest day of my life?" You asked, and then whispered, "Even if it is all a lie?"

Ivan held you close to him, "Yes, you should, you deserve to be spoiled a bit. Especially with all your going through." He said, as he stroked your head. "I'm sorry _."

"Well what about you Ivan? This can't be what you wanted for yourself, I'm sure you wanted to find love again with a pretty girl who is smart and will love you with every breath you take."

Ivan bit the inside of his lip, deciding how to answer that, and answered, "Yes I do."

"Well…thanks Ivan, for all you've done helping me through this. I wish there was something I can do for you."

"How about we start over as friends and not just as partners in a plan?" He asked.

"I'd like that." You replied.

So you spent the rest of the evening going to different places like the cake shop and ordering a customized cake that you would both enjoy. Then you walked by an antique shop and you heard a Russian tune playing and saw a little music box playing in the window. It was a male holding up a woman, spinning in form of ballet.

"It's so beautiful." You murmured.

"Wait here." Ivan said with a smiled and walked in and purchased the music box and then came out,

"This is for you, and it's my wedding gift to you."

You smiled, "Thank you, but I don't know what to get you."

"You don't have to, I'm perfectly content." He assured you.

"Then let me give you this." You said as you leaned up on your tip toes and kissed him.

He blushed and then held you to him, enhancing the kiss.

"_, I…" He began.

"Yes?" You asked as you smiled up at him.

He sighed with a big warm smile, "Never mind, I'll tell you later." Ivan promised.

As the days began to follow, Arthur drifted further and further from your thoughts and you began to spend a lot of time with Ivan.

When you got nearly fatally sick, Ivan was there to nurse you back to health. You comforted each other when you needed it most. You and Ivan became a packaged deal, not doing anything without the other, and your kisses and caressing touches became more frequent and more heartfelt to the point where even though you thought that you were just doing it because of the act. You knew, deep down in your heart, you were falling more and more in love with him.