Perfectly Wrong (A Riker Lynch love story)

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WARNING! STRONG LANGUAGE IS USED IN THIS CHAPTER

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Brandi's POV

My talk with Rydel on Monday was an eye opener, she was right. I shouldn't be pushing Riker away, we should be together, happy.

But now it was Friday, and I haven't talked to Riker once, or any one of the Lynch's actually. But to be fair, I've been busy, and so has he. He was already on week 10 of Dancing With The Stars so I know for a fact that he has been in the studio for at least 10 hours every day.

Grabbing my phone, I powered it to check the time. 9:48. He would be home to his parents house by now, right?

I grabbed my keys, deciding to drive to his parents house instead of calling. We needed to figure this out face to face.
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Deep breath. In, out, in, out.

I walk to the front door, knocking. What if he isn't home yet? What if Alexa is over? Shit I shouldn't be here.

I turn quickly, but not quick enough.

"Brandi?" A familiar voice calls.

"Riker." I slowly say while turning around to face the man who I love so much, but has caused me so much pain.

"Uh yeah, what's up?" Riker reaches to scratch the back of his neck, a nervous habit I assume.

"Come home?" It comes out more as a question.

"Yeah, yeah of course. Get in the car, I'll be out soon." He says before walking back inside without shutting the house door.

The car ride back was silent other than the radio quietly playing. We pull up to the house. He puts the car in park and I quickly get out, anxious about the up coming talk.

I hear his boots on the hard wood in the living room even though I have already made it half way to the bedroom.

"I just need to shower really quick." I call to him before stepping in the bathroom, making sure to lock the door.

I stand under the hot water, letting it pour down on me. I have already shaved and re-shaved my legs, trying to spend as much time in here as possible. I need time to think, to come up with a plan as to what to say. I shut off the water and step out of the shower.

Wrapped in a towel, I walk back to the bedroom. Riker is sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He looks up when I walk in.

"Hey," he half smiles.

"Can I have your shirt?" I ask, looking down at the ground quickly.

"Yeah, course." He slides it over his head, and I try not to stare, before tossing it to me.

"Thanks," I mumble, sliding it over my head. The shirt isn't too baggy, but big enough to sleep well in. It hits me mid thigh, but I still walk to the dresser to get a pair of cotton shorts. I feel Riker's eyes on me the whole time.

"I -" I begin.

"Brandi, stop. What I did was wrong, so unbelievably wrong. I know that I accused you of cheating before when I should have trusted you. And now look at me, I cheated on my wonderful, amazing, beautiful, and not to mention pregnant fiancé, and I will have to live with that for the rest of my life. But I want to, and we need to, move on. We need to be together. No matter what happens, we need to have each other's backs. And I'm sorry, fuck I'm so sorry that I broke your trust. I don't know what got into me. I need you to never, not once, ever doubt that you aren't good enough for me, because I don't deserve you, hell no one does, you're too good. You are a fucking angel, but you happen to be an angel that I am madly in love with." He moves forward to wipe a tear from my cheek. It wasn't until now that I realized he is crying just as hard as I am.

"I know that I messed up, and that I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I need you to come back to me. I can't live without you." His hands drop from my face as he reaches into his pocket before getting down on his knee.

"I went out and bought this the day I realized I loved you. You already have the title, now you just need a ring to go with it." He continues, "I would like to be with you forever, if you'll have me."

Hands trembling, he pulls out the most magnificent diamond ring.

"Brandi Brown, will you marry me? For real this time?"

"Riker," I sob. "Yes, yes of course, yes." He slides the ring on my finger before wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close to his chest, holding me tight. I hope he never lets go.

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