Hope Here

Heart Made Up On You

Joey's PoV
Have you ever looked at someone and just felt completely breathless? As in the mere sight of them is enough to knock the wind out if you. Well, that's how I feel looking at Callie.
She was fast asleep, her chocolate hair falling out of her perfect face. Her cherry lips were open, as soft sounds emitted from her mouth. She had bundled all the covers up around her, which I found completely and utterly adorable.
I stroked her cheek softly with the back of my hand, and she didn't stir. I bit my lip, as I stared down as this wondrous angel in tangled up in my sheets.
How an earth did I land such a brave and beautiful, kind and funny girl like Callie? I asked myself this everyday. I have yet to conclude an answer.
"Joey, you're doing it again" muttered Callie, smiling in her sleep at me.
I'd been caught.
I leant down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, and apologised.
"You can't blame me" I replied. "You're just so goddam gorgeous."
Callie covered her face with her hand, looking away, chuckling.
"Shut up." I laughed too.
"Hey what do you want for breakfast? I'll make you anything."
She opened her eyes to me, as I leant over her.
"Really? Anything?"
"Anything for you, darling" I answered.
She licked her lips, and beamed.
"Even red velvet pancakes?"
"If that's what milady requires, that's what milady gets."
She giggled. "Nerd."
I then watched her climb out of bed, the sheets wrapped around her. Her hair was adorably messy, and her face was as bare as mine, but that didn't make her look any less beautiful than when she has a face-full of make-up. If anything, I admire her more.
She half-turned and looked at me, the morning sun glinting off her perfectly tan and even and smooth skin. She smiled a warm smile in my direction.
"God I am so in love with you" I sighed, in awe of my girlfriend's stunning beauty.
She bit her lip, and let the cover slide off of her body, leaving nothing to cover her up but last nights black lacy underwear.
I grinned at her, shaking my head. I then proceeded to jump out of bed, revealing me only in my underwear too, which consisted of a pair of boxers and nothing else.
She raised her eyebrows, and approached me. Her fingertips stroked my abs, as she planted a kiss on my cheek. I pulled her in by her waist, and went straight for the mouth.
When we broke apart, she dragged me into the kitchen. She perched herself on the seat around the island in the middle of the room, and waited. Waited for her pancakes.
We were in silence for a while. Not a bad silence though, a peaceful and serene one. I was fond of silences, despite being a musician.
I looked over at Callie from where I stood over the stove, and was caught completely and utterly off guard.
She looked amazingly beautiful. So beautiful, I just couldn't help but stare. There she was, the sheets still wrapped around her shoulders, her long and wavy chocolate coloured hair hung all around her, strands in her face. The sunlight was catching on her cheeks, illuminating her entire face. Her hazel and captivating eyes saw me gazing, and looked back into my own. She was smiling at me, and I felt a lump rise in my chest. That was a loving smile. A smile of someone in love.
I must of been giving her one too; I was so hopelessly and desperately in love with her.
"The pancakes are burning, sweetie" she chuckled. My head immediately swivelled back to the pan, and spotted the smoke rising up. I blew at it - as if that would help - and slid the crimson pancake onto the plate. No visible damage, luckily.
I handed the breakfast to Callie, and watched as she took a bite. She moaned as the fork touched her lips, looking at me.
"Perfect."
I kissed her forehead, and walked into the bedroom, and slid on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a blue polo shirt, which I buttoned up to the top. I put a comb through my hair, and leant over the sink in the bathroom. I splashed water on my face. My stubble was growing out, another couple of days and it could be classed as a beard.
I walked into the kitchen to find Callie dancing alone, to 7/11 by Beyoncé. She adored Beyoncé, and loved to dance like her. Even if she wasn't that great!
This was my perfect chance. Callie had a mouthful of her favourite food in the world - red velvet flavoured pancakes, she was in her favourite place in the world - Los Angeles, she was dancing to her favourite singer - Beyoncé, and was looking incredibly beautiful. If now wasn't the time, I don't know when else I would of done it.
I approached Callie, who eyed my appearance.
"Why are you so dressed up? It's only 8:30!" she told me, still dancing her little butt off.
I chuckled, then clasped her hand. I got down on one knee, and immediately she stopped dancing. The fork that was in her hand dropped to the floor.
I pulled out a black velvet box, and cleared my throat.
"Callie Daddario. I look into your eyes, and I can't ever see myself loving anyone as much I love you. My heart feels like it's bursting with confetti every time I'm near you. You're the most generous, the most passionate, the most loving, the most brave, the most intelligent, the most beautiful person I've ever met. Everything you do makes my insides do backflips, even when you dance to Beyoncé. So, will you dance with me, at our wedding? Will you marry me, Callie?"
Callie stared at me, tears rolling down her face. she was perfectly still, her breathing even.
She cupped my face with her hands and leaned down.
"I wouldn't dream of dancing with anyone else" she laughed through the tears. "Of course I'll marry you, Joey!"
I cheered, and picked her up and span her around. I placed her down near the wide windows of our hotel room, looking out on the glorious city of L.A. And with this incredible sight as our backdrop, we kissed our most intense kiss ever. We felt as one. I felt complete.