Hey There, Delilah -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter Seventeen

(I know that I just posted chapter sixteen, but I figured that since Chapter seventeen is already written, I'd go ahead and post that because I haven't updated in a while. I hope you guys enjoy it!!)

Delilah woke up to someone gently shaking her shoulder, and she opens her eyes to see Brent kneeling beside her on the floor.
She remembers falling asleep in the car, but Brent must've stopped somewhere to get some sleep. She smiles and sits up.
"What time is it?" She asks, stretching her arms and back. "Almost noon, c'mere, I want you to see something." He says.
"Hang on, I gotta pee." Delilah giggles and he nods, letting her retreat to the bathroom with her small bag with her toothbrush.
While she does so, he props his phone up on the little dresser to record her reaction. He taps the record button and it starts recording.
She returns a moment or so later and Brent takes her hands and leads her to the only window in the hotel room.
"Okay, close your eyes." He slightly beams. "Oh lord." She laughs, but closes her eyes and covers her eyes with her hands.
Brent places his hands on her waist, slightly steering her towards the window more. He reaches up and opens the curtains, peeking at her face to make sure her eyes are still closed and covered, finding that they are.
"Okay. On three, okay?" Brent asks, putting his arms around her waist again. "Okay." Delilah nods. "One.." He counts. "Two.. Three!" He grins, unable to keep the smile off of his face. Delilah moves her hands away from her face, opening her eyes.
She lets out a loud gasp, her hands flying to her mouth. White covers the ground and the trees outside, little icicles hanging from branches.
"Oh, my god." Delilah says, smiling like crazy. "Is that real?" She asks, her voice dripping with excitement and enthusiasm.
Brent laughs. "It's real." He says. "Oh, my god, it's snow. SNOW." She practically shouts and Brent smiles behind her.
Delilah turns around and throws her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as happy tears fall from her eyes.
He holds her to his body as he grins at her excitement. "Do you like it?" Brent asks her. "I love it." She says, her voice cracking.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Delilah squeals, kissing him all over his face. The couple laugh.

Around fifteen minutes and three layers of clothing later, they leave the hotel room in an excited run, Delilah tugging Brent behind her by the hand. They reach the lobby of the hotel and they run outside, Brent producing his phone from his pocket to film her again.
She lets go of his hand to push open the door and he follows her out. "HOLY BUCKETS, IT'S REAL." Delilah squeals.
Brent grins at her childlike enthusiasm and excitement, and he remembers being the same exact way when he saw the snow for the first time.
Delilah drops to her knees to scoop up some of the snow in her hands, enjoying the texture of it in her hands. 
"Holy buckets, it's real." She gapes. She drops the snow, wiping her hands on her pants. "Did I surprise you?" Brent asks her, walking over to her. "Oh, my god, Yes!" Delilah says. "I can't believe you actually did this for me." She says, looking around the scene before her eyes land on him again. "I'd do anything to make you happy." Brent says, smiling before shoving his hands into his coat pockets.
"Oh, my god, it's beautiful." She says. He reaches out and grabs her hand, not caring that it's absolutely freezing, he knows that his are the same way. "C'mon!" He grins, and they run across the lawn of the hotel, the snow crunching under their boots.
Delilah and Brent play in the snow, not caring that people stop to stare and laugh at them.
They're happy, and that's all that matters. Brent scoops up a snowball, throwing it in her direction, and it hits her in the chest, splattering across her coat. Delilah tosses her head back and laughs before throwing one back at him.
It turns into an all out snowball war, and they're hiding behind trees for shelter. Delilah runs out from behind hers, only to be caught around the waist by her boyfriend. She squeals as he lifts her up and spins her around, putting her arms over his.
He falls backwards into the thick snow that cushions the fall. Delilah sprawls out on the snow beside him, and they make snow angels.
Delilah sits up and looks at Brent, who is already looking at her. There's snow scattered about in her hair, little drops of water running down from her hair as the flakes melt against her skin. Snowflakes fall from the sky, attaching themselves to her eyelashes and to her face.
She's absolutely Beautiful. Delilah notices him staring at her with a smile on his face.
She leans over and kisses him on the lips, instantly feeling warm despite the frigid temperature around them.
"Hey!" A voice calls and they separate, Brent sitting up. They look over Delilah's shoulder, seeing an old woman smiling at them.
"You two make a cute couple." She calls. "Thank you, ma'am!" Brent and Delilah call in unison. "You're very welcome!" She calls back, hobbling off down the sidewalk, cane in hand. "God, you're lips are blue." Brent chuckles.
"Are they?" Delilah asks, putting her icy fingers against her lips. "Mm-hmm." He nods. "C'mon, let's go inside and warm up for a bit." He suggests and Delilah helps him up, nodding her head. "Sounds good to me." She agrees.
They go to their room, and Delilah starts shedding her coats and sweaters the second she gets steps over the threshold.
"What are you doing?" Brent asks her, chuckling at her actions. She's in the process of tugging one of the sweaters over her head.
"I'm taking some of these clothes off, it's hella hot now." She answers, pulling it off of her head, tossing it onto the suitcase.
Once she's left in a thin sweater, she attempts to remove the four pair of pants she's wearing. Ridding herself of the sweatpants and the bigger pair of jeans, she pulls off the last pair of leggings, leaving her in a pair of black leggings and two pairs of socks.
Brent shrugs out of his coat and leather jacket, putting the beanie he wears on the desk.
"You're only wearing one pair of pants?" Delilah asks him. "Yep." He nods. "How? It's three degrees outside." She gapes.
"I'm used to it, Babe." He says, pulling her into a hug. She nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck and he suddenly yelps.
She hops back a step or two, trying to figure out what she did. "Your nose is fucking cold!" Brent says and shivers.
Delilah laughs. "It's almost always cold." She giggles. "The rest of your body is always warm, your nose is just cold." Brent says, pulling her in for another hug. She nuzzles her face in his shoulder again just to aggravate him, but he doesn't say a word.
"Is my nose still cold?" Delilah asks. "Nope." He shakes his head.
"Thank you for bringing me here." She softly says. "I knew you'd love it." Brent replies. They don't say anything for a few minutes, still embracing each other.
Brent's heart is pounding and he's afraid that She can hear it. "Are you okay?" She asks him.  "Yeah. I'm fine." He says.
"I just wanted to tell you something." He says. "What's that?" She asks. He swallows and takes a deep breathe.
"I-" He starts, the phone starting to ring behind them, cutting his words short. Brent internally sighs as Delilah pulls away to go get her phone. He runs a hand through his hair as she talks on the phone.
"Babe." Her voice breaks him out of his thoughts. "Yeah." He turns around, smoothing his hair out. "It's your Mama." She says, holding the phone out to him. "Huh? Why would she call you phone?" Brent asks her, confused.
"She called your phone." She giggles. "We have the same ringtone." She explains. "Okay." He nods and leans down to quickly kiss her.
Brent steps out into the hallway to talk like his Mother.  Delilah lays back on the bed with a small huff.
She was going to tell Brent what she's been wanting to tell him for the past few months while they were in the snow, but she froze up and couldn't get the words out. 'Why do things have to be so difficult?' She asks herself.
"You're home?!" Brent's mother squeaks over the phone. He brings it away from his ear a bit. "Yeah, I'm home." He nods.
"AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!" Mrs. Taddie asks. "It was more of a spontaneous thing, Ma." He says.
"What kind of spontaneous thing?" She asks. "Well, it's kind of a long story." He sighs. "I have time."
Brent proceeds to quickly explain that he and Delilah took a roadtrip and ended up here because he wanted Her to see the snow.
"COME HOME FOR LUNCH TOMORROW! AND BRING HER WITH YOU! I WANT TO MEET HER!" Mrs. Taddie squeals.
"Ma, please don't be so loud, Delilah can probably hear you." Brent quietly says. "Sorry, but I want to meet her." She says.
"I'm sure she'd love to meet you, I'll ask her." He agrees and they hang up.
He goes back inside the room, seeing Delilah laying on her stomach on the bed, her eyes intently focused on the TV in front of her.
He hears the theme for SpongeBob Squarepants playing, making him smile. "Quit laughin', this is the only thing on besides crappy soap operas." She laughs. Brent lays down beside her and nervously tells her that his mom wants to meet her.
"You want me to meet your Mom?" Delilah asks him, looking at him. "I was kinda hoping that you would." He nervously nods.
She smiles. "I'd love to meet your Mom." She says. "Really?" Brent asks her and she nods, still smiling.
"I'm just warning you, my Mom is kind of overprotective. She still thinks I'm a baby." He says.
"Well, you're her baby boy." Delilah giggles, scooting over to lay her head on his shoulder. "My Mom was the same way." She says, sadness evident in her voice and Brent notices the slightest possible emphasis on 'was', making his heart sink a bit.
"But, hey," Delilah says, changing the subject. "At least you didn't have to worry about impressing my parents. You only had to impress Lilith." She says slightly grinning. "Yeah, you're right about that. She wasn't that hard to impress, really." He says.
"She'd be impressed by a dog jumping through a hoop." She says. "Hey, that is pretty impressive." Brent replies.
"It is, I couldn't do it if I were one." Delilah laughs. "You'd be a lap dog." Brent says. "Why a lap dog?"
"Because you like to cuddle and sit in my lap." He replies, making her laugh. "True, true." She nods.
"Are we seriously talking about dogs?" Delilah asks and they both laugh in unison. "God, we are so weird." Brent laughs.
"That we are." She agrees. "What do you say about going back outside?" Brent asks her. She smiles. "Why not?" She asks and hops up.
Once again, they dress themselves in thick layers and run outside, not caring if people stop and stare.