Revealing Kane

16 - Roman Proposition

The flight to Italy with Duran Duran is lovely—a luxuriously appointed private plane. I've never been on anything like it, and I'm glad I get to experience all this with John. I love him so much, and I am so grateful that we are together.

For now, I'm still hiding my pregnancy from the rest of the band. Simon knows, of course, but John has asked him to keep quiet about it for now. John is sure someone will notice - probably Nick - but he wants us to keep it private for a bit longer. If only to keep the comments away. He knows someone will have something to say about it, and it won't be good.

John and I settle into our hotel room, but I'm tired. I need a nap. John sees this and lovingly tucks me into bed before heading out for his first appearance. I'll sleep off this sluggishness and be ready for tonight. John wants to take me to dinner and show me some nighttime sights. I can't wait to see Rome from his perspective.

Only once I fall asleep, I'm in deep. I don't wake up until John returns to the room. It's been hours, and I slept the entire time. John is, of course, concerned, wondering if I'm getting sick, but I honestly think it's just because I've been working so much while pregnant. My body needed to recharge.

I shower and dress for a night out with John. He's happy I came along with him to Italy. He wants me to be a part of his life, including his work. I'll do anything to make him happy because I know he'll do the same for me.

We have a lovely and romantic dinner not far from the Colosseum, which is lit at night. There's such interesting history in this very old city. After we eat, John hires a cab to drive us around to see the sights. We drive past the Colosseum, the Trevi Fountain, and the Vatican. From there, we decide to take a walk to one of the beautiful piazzas near our hotel.

It's a lovely and warm night, and even though we're in the middle of a bustling modern city, there are still quite a few stars to be seen. John and I walk along, holding hands and enjoying being amidst Italian culture.

"What do you think of Rome?" John asks, and I turn my head to look up at him and smile.

"I think it's beautiful. I'm so glad to be here with you," I tell him, and I deeply mean it.

John gives me a smile that looks full of love and happiness. He lifts the hand that he holds and kisses my knuckles. We then continue along in companionable silence.

When we reach the fountain in the center of the nearest piazza, John guides me to sit on its edge. I do, smiling up at him in trust and love. But when he gets down on one knee in front of me, I gasp as tears fill my eyes. Is he proposing right now?

"Allison, I fell in love with you the very first time I saw you in July. We both made mistakes, and I lost you until just a few weeks ago. Now, I adore you more than ever, and I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. So would you please be my wife?" he asks and pulls a jewelry box from his pocket.

He opens the box, and my hands fly to my mouth, tenting over it. Inside the red velvet box is a beautiful diamond ring. A round-cut center diamond with three teardrop-shaped smaller diamonds on either side of it. John brings the hand holding the box closer and looks at me with imploring yet hopeful eyes.

"Marry me, Ally," he whispers, and I nod my head vigorously as I say yes, absolutely thrilled that John has asked.

John throws his arms around my shoulders and pulls me into a hug. I'm still nodding as I return the hug. John pulls back enough to push his lips to mine. We kiss for a moment and then pull away from each other. I watch with tear-filled eyes as John plucks the ring from its box and takes my left hand in his. I spread my fingers for him, and then he slips that gorgeous ring onto my ring finger. We're engaged!