"He hunts the things that we were terrified of as kids.. The things that we thought lived under our beds, and in our closets, the reasons why we always had night lights. He protects me with his life, he makes me feel like a princess, he is the man...
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"She's my reason; she's my fucking universe."
"Will she say yes?"
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♥Sam's Point Of View:♥
Today is the day..
I looked at the little red velvet box that was resting in my hand, I kept fiddling with it nervously; I couldn't understand why I had been feeling this nervous- I know that I am making the right decision. I know I wanna marry her. I know she's the one, I have never felt this way before, and what we have is amazing, I don't ever wanna lose it. I had been sitting next to Dean on the couch for the last twenty minutes, waiting for Olivia to get ready. She knows that we're going to the French Quarter, she just doesn't know why.
As I stared at the little velvet box in my hand, reality hit me and I began to realize the decision that I had made- I began to realize how serious I actually was about Olivia, and how sure I was that I wanted to marry her. Deep down inside, I questioned her answer- what if she says no? I can't even fathom that thought, I forced it to the back of my mind and put a smile on my face. I'm ready for this.
Looking at my watch, I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for her to walk down the steps in front of the couches that Dean and I had been sitting on. I was eager to see how beautiful she looks.
"Dude, chill."
Dean's voice snapped me out of my overwhelming thoughts; I looked at him, he had a beer in his hand and was chuckling, he knows how am when I'm nervous, and when he sees that I am nervous, he tells me to chill.
"I am perfectly chill." I fiddled with the velvet box in my hands.
"No, you're not." Dean chuckled. "You're nervous, you don't have anything to be nervous about. You're marrying a wonderful woman- the mother of your child. Relax bro."
I looked at him, hesitating for a moment. "What.. What if she says no?"
"She won't." Dean chugged the rest of his beer. "She loves you, Sammy."
