Thursday, February 3, 2011
Vancouver, Canada
"Have I told you lately that I love you?"
"Have I told you that there's no one above you?"
He smiled. "You been snooping in my Van Morrison collection?"
"There's a love that's devine / And it's yours and it's mine," I giggled, my singing exaggerated with high pitch.
"You're ruining the moment!"
"What moment, you big goof! We are lying in bed after a horrible night's sleep," I said sarcastically, pulling the covers over my face.
He pulled the blankets back and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "The moment that I am trying to tell you that I am happiest when I am with you, that you are the girl that I will always strive to be good enough for. The moment that I am asking you to be my wife."
"You're shitting me," I stared blankly at him.
"Uh, no?" he laughed nervously.
"Robert Thomas Pattinson!" I stood up on the bed and placed my hands on my hips, glaring down at him.
His limbs were tangled under the covers, but he managed to sit up and get on one knee. He fidgeted in his pocket and pulled out a ring, a one-of-a-kind cushion-cut diamond ring. "Adin Mila Hunter, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
I gleamed down at him, but didn't say anything. I liked watching him suffer. Did he really think I was going to say no?
Just when I thought he was going to stand up and surrender, I answered. "Yes, absolutely. Yes!"
"What?" he asked, thinking he must have heard wrong.
"I said yes," I beamed and collapsed back down on the bed. I held my hand out for him and with shaky hands, he slid the ring onto my finger.
"You were unsure of yourself there for a minute," I laughed, my eyes filling up with happy tears. "I thought you were going to throw up."
He tilted my chin up and our eyes met. The excitement was apparent on both of our faces. He kissed me eagerly and pushed me back on the bed. "I love you."
"I love you too," I smiled.