Fake Fiancé

Morning Full of No Regrets

Joe and Isabella spent the rest of the night together. He ordered them dinner and had it delivered so Isabella never had to get out of bed. The next morning, Joe woke up with his arm wrapped around Isabella's waist as she slept with her head resting on his chest.

He looked up at their ceiling, enjoying the feeling of Isabella asleep in his arms. A few months ago, Isabelle was just his assistant. The woman who got him coffee, answered his phone, and made appointments for him. Now she was the woman he wanted by his side through everything. She was the woman he couldn't imagine living without.

He looked down when he felt Isabella stir. He couldn't help but smile as she slowly woke up. She let out a small sleepy moan before looking up at him.

"Good morning," Joe whispered.

"Morning," Isabella said, her face burning from the way he looked at her.

"I could stay like this all day," he sighed.

"Me too," she said softly.

She suddenly got embarrassed. About last night. About waking up in bed with him. About everything that's happened over the past few months. She wanted this to be real but was worried that he didn't.

Isabelle sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest. Seeing the nervousness in her eyes and body language, Joe sat up. He wrapped his arms around her waist under the blanket and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Please tell me you don't regret last night," Joe whispered as he tightened his arms around Isabella's bare waist.

"As long as you didn't," she whispered back. Joe just laughed as he leaned down and kissed her shoulder.

"I'll be perfectly honest with you, Bella," he whispered against her skin as he continued to kiss her shoulder. "I've often woke up in a bed next to a woman, but I've never stayed."

"Wow," she chuckled, "that's reassuring."

"Hey," he said, his voice suddenly getting serious. He moved so she could see him. "I mean it. I've never felt like this, Isabella."

He reached up and cupped her face in his hand, desperately wanting her to understand how much she meant to him.

"I've never felt like this either," Isabella whispered. Joe smiled as he leaned in and pressed his lips back to hers. They laid down, repeating the events of the night before.

* * * * *

"Where are you going?" Joe pouted as Isabella sat up, clutching the spare blanket to her chest.

"I'm cold," she giggled as he grabbed her waist, keeping her from getting out of bed.

"Joe," she sighed. "I'll get right back. I'm just going to throw on some clothes. Okay?"

Joe sighed dramatically before letting her go. Isabella leaned down and pressed her lips delicately to his. He started to kiss her back but she pulled away.

She got out of bed and walked across the room. Joe watched her as she slipped into something warmer. He moaned as she put on one of Joe's oversized flannels.

"What?" She asked when she saw the way he was smirking at her as she walked back to bed.

"You look sexy in my clothes," he whispered as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back on top of him.

"Aren't we supposed to be heading into work?" She teased.

"We're engaged," he shrugged. "People at work know the wedding is getting close. They probably think we're busy planning."

"Or they know exactly what we're doing," Isabella chuckled.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, but something changed. When she started to crawl off Joe's lap, he stopped her.

"It isn't fake," he said, knowing what she was thinking. "It started that way, but not anymore. I don't want it to be fake anymore, Isabella. I want it, I want this, to be real. Do you?"

"I do," Isabella said, her voice breaking.

Joe leaned up and pressed his lips to hers. Without breaking the kiss, Joe laid them down. Their lips continued moving in sync as Isabella lay on top of Joe.

Isabella broke the kiss, slightly leaning up but not getting off of Joe. He waited for her to speak what was on her mind. As he waited, he slipped his hands under her flannel and started massaging her hips.

"Talk to me, Bella," he whispered.

"You really want this to be real?"

"Of course I do, darling," he said instantly. "I want you by my side constantly. I want to spend the rest of my life protecting you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, Isabella."

Isabella was slightly surprised by Joe's confession. But she quickly recovered.

"I love you too, Joe."

When she said her confession, it made Joe tighten his hands around her waist. He leaned up and pressed his lips to hers. Their lips moved in sync slowly. Joe started unbuttoning Isabella's flannel from the inside so his hands were still touching her body. The second her flannel was open, she laid down and pressed her bare chest to his.

"I know this is going to sound crazy," Joe said, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily.

Isabella leaned her forehead against Joe's, waiting for him to continue.

"Try me," she whispered.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes," she whispered. Joe moaned as he leaned up and pressed his lips to Isabella's.

She broke the kiss a lot sooner than he would've liked. She leaned up, hovering over him. He internally pleaded for her to look up at him so he could try and read her expression.

"On one condition," Isabella whispered as she watched herself drag her fingers up and down his chest.

"Anything," Joe said with a small moan. She looked up at him and nervously chewed on her bottom lip.

"We push back the wedding," she suggested nervously. "Just to give us more time to really plan things."

Joe sat up and pressed his lips to Isabella's. She smiled as she started kissing him back. He broke the kiss and she leaned her forehead against his.

"I'll wait as long as you want. A few weeks, a few months, even a year," he whispered. "As long as I get to call you mine."