SILLY LITTLE LIFE

CHAPTER TWELVE

( prompt: "It wasn't meant to happen this way." )

Angel curled herself up under the blankets in Night's house, having been staring at the same spot in the wall for so long, she knew where all the bumps where exactly. A knot had wormed its way around her stomach and continued to tug every so often inside of her. Marriage was a time of great joy, but all she felt was terror.

And she was the bride.

She couldn't sleep. She hadn't eaten all day. And she'd gone to bed early, so that Night wouldn't bother her by asking questions. Angel wondered if Spot was having as much trouble sleeping as she was.

As if answering her thoughts, there was a distinct two taps on the window nearby. Angel pulled herself out of bed, wrapping a blanket around her shoulders loosely and unlatched the window to let Spot in.

Little did Angel know, Spot's stomach was in knots as well.

"Lissa, can I talk to you?" he asked, after fumbling around with his words. Thank God they were alone, Angel thought. His pride would never be able to live down the fact that he was stumbling over words, damn bastard.

Angel nodded mutely to his question and they both sat down on her bed. "Liss, do you want to marry me?" he asked, choosing his words carefully, so they wouldn't hurt her feelings in any way.

"Of course I do, Sean," she answered, not a second later, and his stomach felt significantly less knotted. "I love you."

"Yeah, I knew that," he said, and then sighed, running a nervous hand over his hair. "Aren't you afraid that we won't be... happy?"

"Isn't everyone afraid of that?" she murmured, grasping his hand affectionately in hers. "But love is a risk, Sean. And I've been ready and willing to take that risk with you, as you've seen."

He nodded. "Yeah. Damn broad, you are, Lissa," he told her and then sighed. "It wasn't meant to happen this way, though. I didn't want to wait so long. I've wanted to marry you since back in Ireland."

Angel smiled slowly. "Sean, if it happened any other way, it wouldn't be as special. Everything happens for a reason, Conlon. If God wanted us to married sooner, there would have been a way. But we're getting married tomorrow. And that's all that matters to me," she said decidedly. "You'll be mine forever. That's all I really want."

He captured my mouth with his. "Is tú mo chroí, Alyssa Mae O'Rourke."

"And you are mine, Sean Albert Conlon," she murmured.

Spot stood up slowly and looked pleasantly pleased with himself, which was funny, she though. He headed back towards the window. "Now then, Liss, you should get some sleep. Can't have ya mucking up my gorgeous good looks with bags under your eyes tomorrow," he said cheekily and ducked out the window and into the summer air.

Oh, the ego.

So, I have an inkling that you people are probably getting tired of Angel and Spot. Just a hunch. xD. I've been working on a new project, lovingly titled LOVE LIKE WINTER, and it's the full story of my oneshot called beLIEve that I wrote for the author formally known as Firefly. :) But the first chapter isn't writing out the way I want, so expect it up in a few days when my muse cooperates. xD

Hope you've enjoyed! I think I'm only going to do up to fifteen, since it seems you'se is gettin' bored? I dunno. Let me know?

CTB!

xx Wicked