The Family Man

Chapter 25

Ethan and I ate dinner in comfortable silence. We sat across from each other. He had something to say I just didn't know what it was. The food was divine as usual. When we were finished the staff cleared the table and we sat in the living room in silence. He was staring at me.

"What is it?" I turned to him.

"When was the last time you spoke to your father?" He asked.

"A few days." I told him I was okay and he had found a girlfriend. Way to go dad.

"You can invite him to the family dinner on Friday."

"Alright." He would say no that he was busy. He has been busy since mom died.

"Okay. I have never heard you spoken about your mother." He said. My mother was a beautiful woman and a dancer.

"She's dead." I could feel the tears coming and he shifts beside me.

"You don't have to talk about it." He hugged me. I didn't like talking about my mother. His hug was warm and caring. He brushed my hair like I was a pet. I nestled my head into his shoulder.

"Ethan I'm okay now." I eased away from him, but he still has his arms around me. He wasn't going to let go so might as well I start conversation. "So why did you start your own business?"

"I don't know, I just started it for fun and then it took off."

"A fun business that took off that's amazing." He was staring in my eyes.

"So where did you see yourself at this age?" He asked.

"Well not with a child..." he looked at me strange. "Not that I don't love Emily, I love her more than life itself. I was always the traditional type get married, have a beautiful house, children, and amazing family and..." Love. I have love but it's only on my side.

"And what?" His eyes looked angry.

"Love. I have the beautiful house, child and amazing family. I might not have marriage, but I'm happy." I gave him a reassuring smile. It didn't seem to word he looked agitated.

"You want marriage?" He asked eyebrows meeting in anger. Why is he getting all worked up over this?

"Yes, but it doesn't matter now." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Do you still want marriage?"

"Yes." I sighed and bowed my head I really wanted to get married, but my chances are thin with Emily. Who would want to marry me?

"Alright. So would you consider marrying me?" His eyes looked expectant. I was surprised at what he just asked me.

"Are you serious?" My voice cracked.

"Yes and I'm not taking no for an answer." Was I hearing things? Did he just ask me to marry him? I love him, but I want him to love me back. Maybe when we are married he would learn to love me. Marry him or live with 30 cats.

"Alright, but I want to be asked the right way." I folded my arms over my stomach. He looked confused.

"Alright..." I interrupted him.

"With a ring." I said.

"Alright, but I have to go now." He got up and so did I.

"Why don't you move in after all it's your house?" I walked behind him.

"It's our house." He stopped at the front door.

"Stay please." I begged.

"We would both have insomnia." He winked. I blushed at his sex reference. "I love seeing you blush and I love your giggle I-I..." he trailed off. What was he going to say? Why does he always do that?