Forever His Doll Face- A Vic Fuentes Story

Forever His Doll Face

A year later, Maria was one year old and rambunctious! She was full of character, and was walking by the time she was 11 months. She loved bouncing in her crib, spilling her bottles and juices around the house, making cute squealing noises and pulling on her daddy's hair. She had thick curly red hair, and was starting to form little freckles.

One day, I decided to go outside on our patio. It was beautiful and the setting sun was warming my skin.

Vic came outside too, and told me that he put Maria to sleep.

"Another long day, huh?" I ask.

"Yes! I love our little love bug, but she is just a little tornado!"

Vic throws an arm around me, and he kisses my neck. It had a tattoo that said 'Victor' in cursive writing. Vic had a tattoo as well: my name in cursive on his neck too.

"Now I got you right where I want you."

He takes my hands and looks into my eyes.

"Mystic. You are amazingly perfect in every way possible. Your smart. Your beautiful. Your great. Your everything I want in a girl. We may have had mishaps in the past, but it's all over now. And here, I have a question for you."

"Ask away," I say with a smile on my face.

Vic gets down on one knee and I gasp. He pulls out a box from his hat and opens it, revealing an engagement ring.

"Mystic Leoine Ross. Will you marry me?"

I felt tears coming on.

I jump up and down and say, "Yes, Victor! I will marry you!!"

He puts the ring on my finger and he picks me up bridal style. I hug him tight, and he whispers, "I love you."

I give him a romantic kiss. "I love you too, Victor."

A few months have gone by, and me and Vic were standing at the altar.

"Do you take Victor to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," I say.

"And Victor, do you take Mystic to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"Of course I do!" He smiles.

As we put on our wedding rings, the preacher proclaims,

"I now pronounce you Man and Wife! You may kiss the bride."

Vic takes my hands and we lean into a sweet kiss. We hear cheering, crying, cameras snapping and clapping. It is official. We are happily married.

During reception, it was crazy, but fun. Mike decided to rap for us, and he did very well. And guess who wanted to make some noise while Uncle Mike was rapping? Our little Maria, with her new best friend Copeland Quinn.

Kellin came over and congratulated us.

"Beautiful wedding. I was glad to be invited."

"I'm glad you came," Vic said.

While music was still playing, Vic lead me outside on the balcony of the reception room.

The moon was full, and the stars were bright.

"I loved this wedding," I told him.

"I did too," Vic replied, "I'm glad I married you, Mystic."

"To think it was just a dream of us being together when I was like, 14- 15 years old but this is all real. And I'm glad it is."

"No one will ever come between us."

"Not even in our dreams."

"Maria will be a strong young woman."

"She sure will."

Vic looks into my eyes, and kisses my cheek.

"I love you. So much. To the fucking moon and back."

"I love you too. Very much."

Vic embraces me, and we listen to Kellin sing 'James Dean and Audrey Hepburn.' And it was the acoustic version.

I rest my head on his chest, and we dance a little.

"Mystic, you will be my doll face forever."

I smile. "Forever your doll face?"

"Forever and always."

And as we kiss on the lips, I felt our sparks begin to fly like never before.

I am forever his doll face.