I stand on the balcony on the second level, watching the sunset. The warm breeze feels good against my skin. I feel hands come up from behind me, wrapping around my waist as they rest on my growing bump. I place my hands on his, my left hand heavy with a large diamond ring.
"Did you figure out when you want to get married?" Damien asks me as he places open kisses along my neck.
After being released from the hospital last month, I came to the realization that I have nothing to stay for in Rhode Island. I had no family, and I lost my best friend when I chose Damien. I talked with Damien and we both agreed to permanently move to his house is Rome. He still has his house in Russia and I still have mine in Rhode Island just for if we visit, but we both decided to start fresh in Rome. I officially moved in two weeks ago.
I didn't even get a chance to unpack before Damien was bringing me to all our favorite places we visited together. We were at the Colosseum earlier this week, with Dexter and Deb of course, when it happened. I still remember every second of it. I was reminiscing with Damien about finding the puppies and almost getting run over by him, when I turned around to find Damien down on one knee. Now I can't wait to marry him.
"How about next week?" I ask as I lean my head against his strong chest. I close my eyes as I inhale his delicious scent. "I don't want anything big. Just you and me."
Damien turns me around and looks into my eyes before kissing me passionately, my lips opening immediately for him. He catches my bottom lip in his teeth and pulls gently pulling back slightly, just far enough where my lips can't reach him.
"You and me, krasotka. Always."
