This story takes place a month after Ignite Me ends.
Nothing will ever be the same for everyone at sector 45, but maybe not in ways they may expect. With Anderson gone and the rest of the reestablishment being to scared to fight Juliette and her so...
(A/N): (this chapter is under editing, still. I had a break in pasting, so I'm posting this chapter before reviewing and checking it, to make up for some of that time.) (Once again, there will be mistakes in this chapter, being as it's written yet not check, like, at all.) ———— AARON'S POV: "Trust me love, I am so happy and proud of you, sweetheart." I say, hating that she feels like she could disappoint me.
"Come on, let's get back inside, it's cold out here." I say, seeing her shiver under the breeze. "We don't want you to have a cold over Christmas."
She smiled, nodding. Her blue-green eyes shining with a beautiful gleam. "Yeah, that would suck."
After a small peck on her rosy, pink, sweet lips, that are now cold, unlike their usual warmth. "Even your lips are cold, love, why didn't you tell me you were cold?" I ask, as I take off my jacket - wrapping it around her, kissing her temple.
"Wow, your jacket is warm." She snuggles into the fabric that I just laid on top of her clothes. "You know, I should take your jackets more often."
As we begin towards the sector's base, I hold her icy cold hand. "You can take my jackets whenever you want, my love." — When we arrive back at the sector, it's 3:50pm, so that means that I have just under 3 hours until the dinner I've set up, in which, I am going to propose.
"Hey, love." I say as we head towards our room. "What do you say, about dinner tonight, just me and you."
I see her face light up, it's been a while since we've got to spend a whole day together like this. With work being so busy, and the many other dramas that have taken place, it's makes finding time for things like dinner dates, exceptionally hard. But today is her birthday, I'm not going to let any work, or any drama, take over her day. Today is about keeping that smile on her face - that's my own my work for today.
"I say that, that would be amazing." She says as we reach the outside pane of our bedroom door. "Aaron Warner," she smirked as I unlocked the door, "you're such a romantic."
I chuckle, holding the door open for her as she steps into the room, and I follow closely behind, shutting the door after I got into the room. "Only for you, sweetheart."
"Yeah, it better be." She says in a playfully stern way.
"You know it's only for you, love."
She smiled. "Yeah I do."
"Plus if it wasn't, I'm pretty sure you'd rip my head off." I say.
She giggles, "you know it". — At long last, it's time to get ready for our meal, or, as Juliette is calling it, out dinner date.
I am in the bathroom, tying my tie, looking at myself in the mirror, so I can straighten out any creases in my shit.
I am wearing a classic, black suit, with a black vest and blazer.
I step out the bathroom to see Juliette in, what can only be described as, the most beautiful piece of clothing I've ever seen, and that's saying something.
She wears a white dress, sort of ironic being for the question I'm going to ask her tonight, with white high heals and her hair left down, silkily smooth.
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