Finding Her Joy

On One Knee

*A/N- "You've found your happy place, and for that, I'm so proud. Letting people in has always been so hard for you, so it warms my heart to know you learned to do it again. Enjoy it while you can. When I die, that feeling might disappear. You might lose it, but I don't want you to forget it. The clock is ticking... it will be time for me to go soon. Will you remember me?" You have no idea what's coming next, but I'd love to hear your theories! Happy reading! Enjoy!

(MIA POV)
"Our trip is coming to a close, Sweetheart," I said, fixing my hair in the mirror.

Charlotte and I had spent 4 days away together in her favorite city in the world, and neither of us wanted it to end. We were ready to go home, but that wasn't the problem. The real problem was the time I would have to spend away from her once we got back.

Meeting after meeting. Trip after trip. It was just all getting to be too much without her near me whenever I needed her.

I wanted to be able to stay in one place for a while. I wanted less time away on business. I could do my work out of London if I had to. The few hours drive would be better than being on the opposite side of the world.

I wanted to be able to open the door after a long day of work and see the love of my life on the other side. I wanted to have the girls around me when I came in, and for us all to sit down and eat dinner together before going through our nighttime routine.

I was tired of drifting around and putting everything on hold. I wanted a life again. I wanted stability. I wanted to be able to breathe without stress piling on top of me.

I wanted her.

"Do you really have to go as soon as we get back?" She asked, upset. She was packing up the rest of her things and looking down at the ground. "I wish I could have more time with you."

I went over to her, turning her to face me while I rested my hands on her hips. "I'll be home as soon as I can. I want more time with you, too." I placed a soft kiss on her forehead, causing her to smile and place her head against mine.

"So where are you going this time?"

"Canada," I made a disgusted face.

Charlotte laughed, "What's wrong with Canadians? I've heard they're nice people, and their country is so pretty."

"They're too nice. It makes me nauseous."

She shook her head and smiled, "I'm sure you'll live."

I pretended to throw up.

"Amelia Roberts! You'd better be nice while you're gone. I mean it... and you better call me."

"What if I don't?" I asked, pretending to be serious.

She glared at me, "Then I guess you can say goodbye to the late-night FaceTime calls." She went back to packing her things and added, "Maybe I'll call someone else instead."

I pretended to stab myself through the heart because of her words, letting out a fake scream as my fist hit my chest. I fell over onto the bed to add some dramatic flare, closing my eyes as my face hit the blanket. I waited a few moments before turning my head to look at her.

She was not impressed.

"Are you finished, or should I go get some popcorn to watch the rest of your performance?"

I propped myself up by my arm, resting my fist under my head. "Funny. Normally, you love my performances," I said with a wink.

Char went from slightly annoyed to completely flustered in a matter of seconds. The only thing she managed to say was, "Amelia!" She couldn't even pretend to be mad at me. She knew it was true.