My Hero (A What Women Want fanfiction)

It's Like a Fairytale

"Nick sweetie...I need your help!" A woman's voice called out. Nick Marshall looked up from the newspaper he was reading with a smile. He took off his glasses, his bright blue eyes sparkling.

"Coming Darcy!" He shouted back, his gravelly voice resonating down the hall. The smell of fresh paint was in the air, and Nick was careful to watch for any paint splatters that had made their way to the floor. Darcy was still fixing up their house, though it was all just finishing touches.

Their house. Every time Nick thought about it, a warm and bubbly feeling filled his whole body. It had been about six months since the accident with the blow dryer, and Nick was definitely a changed man. Hearing women's thoughts had given him a new perspective on the opposite sex, a perspective that hadn't gone unnoticed by his friends, ex-co workers, family, and girlfriend. He was much more sensitive, much more in tune to what people had to say. Everyone liked this new Nick, and he liked himself a whole lot better too. He had asked Darcy to live with him the second she had stopped him from leaving her house. She wanted to, but didn't want to sell her place. So, Nick sold his penthouse, and dove headfirst into turning Darcy's empty apartment into their dream home.

"Nick!" Darcy yelled, a bit more urgent this time. Nick ran down the hallway, and skidded into the living room. When he saw what was going on, he couldn't help but laugh. Darcy was covered in paint from head to toe, precariously balancing a very full paint bucket and a glass vase while trying to maintain her balance on a wobbly step stool.

"I didn't know the circus was in town," Nick said gleefully, smirking when Darcy fixed him with a glare.

"Very funny...now help me," she commanded, rolling her eyes when he started to laugh again.

"Can I take a picture first?" Nick teased, wishing that he had his camera on him.

"Nick Marshall...I swear to God that if I find a picture of this ANYWHERE, you will find your precious camera shoved down your throat," Darcy threatened, turning to face him. Unfortunately, the step stool began to tilt, and Darcy found herself falling to the ground, the vase and the paint going airborne. The paint spilled out, covering Darcy, and fell to the floor with a thud. Nick gracefully reached out and caught the vase, setting it on the counter, before howling with laughter.

"Shut up!" Darcy growled, her face red with anger.

"It was like a cartoon..." Nick spat out, convulsing with laughter.

"It's your fault you idiot," Darcy muttered. Nick tried to look repentant, but failed miserably when he saw her, the paint dripping onto her face.

"I'm taking a shower..." Darcy mumbled, walking away. Nick quickly grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him.

"Hey now... I'm sorry. It was just really funny..." He grinned, trying to get her to lighten up. Darcy finally grinned, seeing some humor in the situation.

"You're still gorgeous, even when you look like a test dummy for Home Depot," Nick teased gently, wiping some of the paint off of her face. Darcy smiled and kissed him, her hands traveling through his messy hair. Nick loved kissing Darcy, more than anything on the planet. He had kissed quite a few girls in his day, but none of them held a candle to the way that Darcy made him feel.

"I love you," Darcy whispered, giggling when she saw that some of the paint had transferred from her hands into his hair, as well as on his face. Nick looked at her for a long moment, his beautiful angel covered in paint, and dropped down to one knee.

"Marry me Darcy Maguire...I've been waiting to ask you for some time now, and I don't think I'll find a better moment than this one," Nick said, his voice shaking. He pulled out a box from his pocket and Darcy gasped, tears flowing from her eyes.

"Nick...of course I'll marry you," Darcy choked out. Nick beamed and slipped the ring on her finger, before picking her up and spinning her around.

"I love you so much," he whispered, kissing her fiercely.

"I don't know how I could be any happier," Darcy sobbed, holding him tightly.

Once they finally calmed down, Nick helped her to clean up the mess he had caused. They laughed and joked around, throwing paint at each other.

"Great, now I need to shower," Nick complained, looking at his paint splattered clothes.

"Good...I could use some company," Darcy whispered, kissing the soft spot behind his ear, knowing it drove him crazy. Nick's eyes widened, and he looked over at a smirking Darcy.

"Is that so? Well I happen to be excellent company...Mrs. Marshall," he growled, kissing her neck. Darcy leaned into him, sighing contentedly.

"I'm not Mrs. Marshall yet, Mr. Marshall...but soon, very soon," she said softly, before taking Nick's hand and leading them to the bathroom.

"Like a fairytale..." Nick thought, before shutting the door behind them.

Well, that's chapter 1. Love it? Hate it? Let me know! Next chapter coming soon.