Austin had reserved us a table at Mastro's Steakhouse, one of the best fine dining steakhouses in all of Chicago, the hostess seeming to be completely awestruck that Post Malone was the kind gentlemen who had made the reservation for two. She took us to a table in the corner, just a few feet from the baby grand piano, the pianist playing Clair de Lune softly as our waiter poured us each a generous glass of Rosé from a slender bottle covered in a white cloth, setting it back in the bucket of ice as he told us he would give us a few minutes before returning to get our orders.
"Austin, this place is amazing" I said, that irresistible smile that I loved showing profoundly on his face as he grabbed for my hand across the table, gently lacing his heavily tattooed fingers between mine as he watched me take in the exquisiteness of the room that we were in.
I had never been in a steakhouse that looked quite like this before, there were a plethora of tables in neat precise lines. The tablecloths positioned perfectly over each one, plates positioned precisely with tan napkins that perfectly matched the rest of the color scheme of the room placed on top of them. The light dim, washing the entire room in an ambience that she was sure she had never imagined to match with a steakhouse, the only steakhouse she had ever been in was Texas Roadhouse and that was nowhere near what this was.
"I'm glad you like it angel. I promise that I will give you the best of everything that I can every day of my life" he said, his thumb gently running over the peaks and valleys of my knuckles as he gazed at me, the reflection of the candle that was burning in the middle of the table lighting up his already perfect blue irises to an even brighter shade of blue that even the sky itself would never be able to emulate.
"And I promise that I will give you the best of myself for the rest of my life" offering him the best thing I could even though that still wasn't good enough because he had everything that I could ever think of already including myself.
"Sophie, you've already given me that and I could never expect for you to give me anymore than what you have" he said, lifting my hand as he pulled it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of it. The pianist starting to play Nino Rota propelling them into their own Romeo and Juliette story their love for each other as raw and pure as that of the two young lovers, her only hope that their ending wasn't as dismal as theirs.
"Except for that small period of time where I was spiraling out of control. I'm sorry that you had to see me like that" I said, my eyes averting from his alluring glance as I felt my cheeks flush red as I remembered my embarrassing moment.
"Listen to me baby girl. You wouldn't have had to go down that path if I didn't push you to that point. Like I said before you didn't and don't deserve that. I will never do anything like that again to push you down that path Sophie. It's my job to always make sure that you are okay and healthy and that is exactly what I am going to do" he said to me.
"Baby I forgive you for that. Everyone makes mistakes and you didn't actually do anything" I said with a smile as I took a small sip of my wine.
"That's exactly why we are here baby girl. I want to put all of that behind us and start over. I feel like we've been stronger and more connected than we have ever been and I want nothing more than to grow from here" he said to me with a breathtaking smile as I felt a tear slide down my cheek.
"Sophie why are your crying?" he asked me, reaching up to wipe away the tear as he gave me a half grin making my heart flutter at the sight of it.
"I'm not sure to be honest" I said laughing just slightly. "I guess I'm just so happy that everything we went through didn't completely break us and tear us apart and despite everything we are still here, still together stronger than we were before and more in love than I ever thought we could be after all of that" I said with a smile, my other hand coming up to grab his as we stared intently into the eyes of man that I loved, hoping and praying that nothing else would happen so they could be the eyes I stare into for the rest of my life.
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FanficSophia was 27 and ready to settle down. She dreamed of nothing more than love and happiness from the love of her life, but she wasn't going about this the conventional way. Sophia was putting her future in the hands of the experts to find her the lo...