Angels | Ghosts Of The Past 2 [BoyxBoy] ✓

61. Angels

Sky.

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I'm actually mad now. After all the preparation, blood sweat and tears Aron wants to cancel the wedding? Seriously? 

I run into his dressing room only to find him on the couch with his head in his hands. 

"What the hell is your problem?" I say annoyed. 

"You're not supposed to be in here." 

"Well, the wedding is cancelled, right? So what does it matter?" 

Aron just shakes his head. 

"First you make a whole big deal about getting married, I ask you on multiple occasions if you're sure and now after all the hell you put Bobby through you decide you don't wanna marry me?!" I scream. 

"Don't you get it? You don't wanna marry me! And I can't go through with this if you don't want it. It's fucking insane! I basically pressured you into all this even thought it's pretty fucking clear you don't want any of it!" 

"I said yes, didn't I?" 

"I didn't give you much of a choice." Aron mumbles.

"I had a whole year to think about it. Don't you think I would've said something if I really didn't want this?" 

Aron shakes his head and shrugs. 

"Aron, I do want to marry you." I sit next to him on the couch. 

"Don't lie to me right now, Sky." 

"I'm not lying." I grab Aron's hand. 

He looks into my eyes. It seems he has been crying too. It's such a teary day today. 

"You wanna know why?" I chuckle. "It's pretty selfish actually." 

I kiss Aron's tear-stained cheek.

"I want you to be Rose's dad."

Aron frowns in confusion. 

"Like, legally. I want her to call you dad. Because honestly, that's what you've been to her from the start. It would break my heart if she ever called you 'Aron'. I mean.. that's kind of why I named her Sofia in the first place... I guess I just always hoped you'd be a part of our lives somehow.." 

He doesn't say anything, he's just lost in thought. Maybe I shouldn't have just sprung that on him like that.. Maybe he doesn't even want any of this.

"Or.. do you not want to—" 

"No, I do!" Aron squeezes my hand. 

He smirks. "I was just imagining what it would be like if she called me 'dad'." 

A bright smile covers Aron's face. 

"You don't think I'm caging you?" He asks softly.

"Caging me?" I laugh. "Where did you get that?" 

He shrugs. "You gave off that impression." 

"I'm sorry. I just never dreamt of getting married and I still very much see it as a piece of paper. But I can also see that being married to you is not a cage. It's a fucking privilege." 

Aron starts to laugh. 

It makes me so warm inside. I caress his cheek. 

"I'm also kind of dying to call you husband," I kiss his cheeks. "And I'm very excited for our honeymoon." I smirk at Aron. 

He smiles back at me. 

I lean in, ready to kiss him on the lips but he pulls away. 

"Not yet." He smiles.