Only you | Derek Morgan

Who says I don't have a ring?

D E R E K ' S   P O V

Twenty minutes later we're still in the closet, because Layla just had to give me a run down of how she's planning on setting it up. Or rather where I'm going to put everything while she bosses me around.

I couldn't care less about what side of the closet she's going to put her dresses and heels, and what side she's going to put her purses and belts or where her work, casual and comfy clothes are going to go, but I can't find it in me to stop her. She's beaming with excitement and I'm loving watching every second of it.

"My bras can go in here," She says, opening up one of the empty drawers and I can't help but smile at her antics. She opens up the next one. "Socks and underwear." She slides open the third drawer, pumping her eyebrows suggestively. "All the sexy lingerie I'm going to buy as a thank you."

When I bought this house this room was completely empty and I didn't have enough clothes to fill it. I don't even think every piece of clothing I've ever owned would fill this place, but then I met Layla and knew it would be absolutely perfect for her. I've remodel it into her own personal 'Kim Kardashian level walk in wardrobe', her words, not mine.

"Okay road runner," I chuckle lightly and grab her hips as she tries to pass me, mumbling something about getting hangers and dividers. "Time for bed."

When she steps into me my hands gently tap the back of her thighs and her little jump allows me to lift her into my arms and Layla wraps her legs around me, draping her arms over my shoulders.

"I can't believe you did all this for me," There's a gorgeous glimmer of appreciation in her eyes as Layla peppers my face with kisses, finishing with one on my lips. "I love it, Derek. Thank you."

"Anything for you." There is quite literally nothing I wouldn't do for her. The fact that I get to be the one she smiles at like that is the greatest gift I'll ever receive.

I can't help but take a second to appreciate that she's finally home with me and I'm feeling the warmth of her skin on mine, surrounded by her sweet smell, relishing in the fact that she's in my arms, wrapped around me like she never wants to let go.

We don't stay in silence for too long, because as usual, my girlfriend comes out with an outlandish statement that really makes me question how her brain works sometimes. "I can't believe some random guy I slept with in a dirty bar bathroom did all this for me."

"Oh yeah?" My hand slips under her shirt, punching her side playfully. "That's all I am to you?"

"Well.." There's a repeating teasing tone in Layla's tone as she shrugs her shoulders slowly. "You could be my fiancé if you'd grow a pair and ask me already."

I had planned on proposing to Layla the weekend we got into that fight.

It was all organised, things were put in place, flights were booked and it was the only thing on my mind that week, so much so that I unintentionally avoided speaking to her because I didn't trust myself not to blurt it out in front of her. Then she came into the kitchen that morning and told me about her doctor's appointment and that she was going to on bed rest all weekend and the only reason I got so annoyed when she said that was because I couldn't propose to her then and I am absolutely loosing my mind waiting to put that ring on her finger.

So right now my main concern is to rework the plan and propose to the love of my life as soon as possible. So I tuck her hair behind her ear, smiling when I say, "Soon. I promise."

As defiant as ever, Layla jerks back with a deep dent between her brows. "No. Do it now."

"Right now?" I chuckle and she nods. "No."