How to be loved

63 - Always for us!

How to be loved

63 - Always for us!

Becky's POV

A surge of happiness so pure and overwhelming washed over me, as if I were floating on cloud nine. My heart felt impossibly light, yet it brimmed with so much emotion I thought it might burst. A radiant smile stretched across my face, impossible to contain.

"Oh, I love you so much, baby," I whispered, my voice trembling with the depth of my feelings. Without hesitation, I leaned in and pressed my lips to Freen's—a soft, lingering kiss that carried all the love, gratitude, and joy I felt in that moment.

Her warmth, her presence, everything about her felt like home.

I felt her smile against my lips, a gentle curve that made my heart soar even higher. When we finally parted, our eyes remained locked, an unspoken connection sparking between us. My joy was written all over my face, too much to hide.

"I love you too, Becky," she declared, her voice steady and full of affection. "I'm sorry I didn't say it right away. I was just caught off guard—I never imagined you'd want us to live together. But I'd love nothing more than to be with you."

I chuckled softly, tilting my head at her. "It's okay," I said, my lips twitching into a teasing grin. "So... you thought I was proposing, huh?"

Her smile widened, her cheeks warming ever so slightly as she nodded without words, her silence confirming everything.

I raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a little. "So... I would've gotten a no if I'd actually asked for your hand in marriage?" I teased, though my voice carried a touch of curiosity, as if testing the waters.

Freen's eyes widened slightly at my question, her lips parting as if to respond, but then she hesitated. A faint blush crept onto her cheeks, and she glanced away for a brief moment before meeting my gaze again. Her expression was soft, thoughtful, and just a little flustered.

"Becky," she began, her voice steady yet laced with vulnerability. "It's not that I would've said no... I mean—marriage is a big step. I would've just needed a moment to process everything, you know? But..." She paused, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.

I gently placed a finger on her lips to stop her. "Shhh," I said softly. "Save it for the time I actually ask you, Babe."

Her eyes searched mine, a mix of curiosity and relief flickering in their depths. I offered her a reassuring smile, my thumb brushing lightly over her cheek.

She didn't need to explain or defend her feelings. Marriage wasn't something I wanted to rush, nor was it something I wanted her to feel pressured about. It was something I wanted to earn. I needed to grow—not just for her but for myself too. There were pieces of myself I needed to build before I could promise her forever.

But deep down, I knew the day would come when I'd ask her that question—the one that would shift the very foundation of our lives. It wouldn't just be a step; it would be the step. The moment when I'd offer her not just my heart, but my forever, and put everything on the line for the future I wanted so deeply with her. 

Someday, I'll ask her. I'll hold her hand, look into those eyes that have become my home, and say the words I've been waiting to say. And when that day comes, I'll be ready. I can only hope that when it does, she'll be ready too—and that her answer will be the yes I long to hear. 

For now, though, this moment was everything I needed. It was enough—more than enough. Because right now, we had each other, and that was all that mattered. 

"Let's go inside," I said, my voice warm as I gestured toward the door. She nodded, her soft smile tugging at my heart as her arm naturally slid through mine, grounding me even as my spirit soared.