"What Are You Waiting For?" || ORIGINAL STORY.

Chapter Eighty-Three.

Tanya's POV.

Another day, another 24 hours of taking care of Darren.

His broken arm was healing slowly, and over the course of this week that has passed, he was able to move his arm a lot, but still needed medication.

He was feeling dreadful and dramatic about not being able to go out to the beautiful city of Paris, but I kept on reassuring him that it'd be alright.

Darren was sprawled out on the couch, a look of deep boredom on his face.

"I can't believe I'm stuck here," he groaned for the hundredth time.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his exaggerated display. 

"You're being dramatic again," I pointed out, sitting down in a chair beside the couch.

"But I want to take you out, Sweetheart.. This is not very productive, either!" He whined.

I chuckled at Darren's words, both amused and endeared by his persistence.

"I know you do," I said soothingly. "But you're injured, remember? You need to rest and let your arm heal properly."

"Ughhh," he whined. "Come cuddle me!"

I laughed lightly at his request, unable to resist his pleading look.

"You're like a big baby, you know that?" I said teasingly, but I moved closer to sit next to him on the couch.

He instantly wrapped his free arm around me and pulled me into his lap, a satisfied smile on his face.

"This is better," he murmured, burying his face into my hair.

I let out another laugh, my heart skipping a beat at how cute he was being.

I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest as he held me close.

"You're a big clingy baby," I teased, but the words held no bite, only affection.

"Your big clingy baby," he corrected, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

He nuzzled his head into my hair, his arm around me tightening slightly. "And you love me for it."

I looked up at him and saw a playful gleam in his eyes. 

I couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of affection.

"Of course I do," I said softly, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair. "I love every bit of you, even the parts that drive me crazy."

Darren's expression softened at my words.

He pulled me closer, his eyes meeting mine.

"And I love every bit of you, too," he said, his voice deep and sincere.

He gently cupped my face, his thumb tracing a soft path over my cheek. 

"I can already see you being my lovely future wife.."

I felt a flicker of something in my stomach as he mentioned the word 'wife'.

It was a good kind of feeling, but also a nerve-racking one.

"Who said I'm going to marry you?" I teased, trying to ignore the fluttering in my chest.

Darren's eyes widened for a moment, a small pout forming on his lips.

"You don't want to marry me?" He asked, his tone playful yet holding a hint of vulnerability.

I burst out laughing at his expression.