"What's wrong?" he asked | Klance

Your Promise To Me | Chapter 17

"Cheers," Keith lifted a fancy champagne glass that was not, in fact, filled with champagne, but with sparkling apple cider. I lifted one too. "Eight months sober!" We dinked the two glasses together and chugged the fizzy cider. Once we finished the drinks, we ended with a sigh.

We sat together at our kitchen table, enjoying each other's company. But that was quickly shot down when Keith decided to get all sappy on me. "Y'know, Lance, I'm really proud of you. I mean, I know we sorta just, jumped.. into this relationship, but even though we went slow with it, you kept yourself together and-" "I did slip up that one time though," Keith stared for a moment. Yeah, he chose to ignore my comment.

"Aaand, you deserve this. You've come such a long way, Lance." he glanced down... I'm not insecure about my arms or anything, but it does make a little nervous. They're all scarred over, but one still has a scab. That was my little slip up. Look, I'm still dealing with things, okay? This is a judgememt-free zone people!

"I, uh," he looked away and down, using his fork to mess with his food. "I wanted to give you something, to show how proud I am of you..." Whoa. Threw me off guard there, Keithy.

I tried to look down at what he was grabbing, but no use. That's when he pulled out a small box. "Whoa-" I gasped, my heart jumping.

"It's a promise ring," Oh thank God! He opened the box. "I couldn't find one that had our favorite colors together so I hope just red is okay?" Looking at the ring as Keith took it out, I noticed that it was a silver ring with the middle of the ring being a red ring. It was cool as hell. "It's perfect," I commented and stuck my hand out for him to slip the ring on.

"Now, this ring is for a promise to me that you will try, not definitely, but try, to stay clean, even through the hardest of times. And I will always be here for you, even if you hate me." He laughed, I giggled a little, shaking my head at him. How could I ever hate this man? He slipped the ring on my finger, "A perfect fit," we both said at the same time. God- "I love this man!" Shit.

Fuck. We haven't said our I love yous yet! God- Lance, you moron! I went stand up from the table, but Keith laid a hand on mine; I didn't move. "I love you, too..." Ah, of course. I smiled at him, taking his hand and holding it tightly. "Thought I was gonna relapse again." I laughed, Keith just glaring. "It was a joke, I swear! Sorta..." "Lance!" He smiled back, but I just laughed.

We calmed down from the laughs and began to actually eat our food. A little cold, but good. I can taste the love Keith put in it.

After the meal, we began to clean up, my new ring clinking against everything. Some of it was on purpose. Okay, but of it was. I love this fucking ring!

We scrubbed the dishes together, washing, drying, putting them away. Everything was perfect. Obviously, we will have our ups and downs. Obviously we will have fights. But God, I know I'm going to love this man til the day I die.

I love you, Keith, thank you for picking me up before I fall, over and over.

Life is a bitch but I'm okay
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