Me, My Curves, and I {Interracial Romance} #Wattys2017

In the Dark

Jaelyn's POV

As soon as Danny and I enter Lucky Strike, we rent a pair of bowling shoes and find an available space to bowl. While Danny sets up the scoring system on the computer, I insert my three fingers in the three holes of the bowling ball and as I'm about to bowl a strike, I peer below at a pair of hands pushing my legs and feet together. "When you bowl, you have to keep the wrist of your bowling hand and your posture straight because your bowling hand is the one that holds the ball and you don't wanna bend or flex your write, which can result an injury." Danny instructs as he helps me with supporting the ball with my bowling hand and my free hand. His fingers strokes mine and I beam at our colorful hands; his light peach hand and my caramel hand, igniting an intriguing tingling sensation that you feel when your secret crush touches you for the first time or when they teach you a new activity.

"Now, hold your hand straight and swing the ball out and back." I do what he says and rotate my wrist towards the left since I'm right-handed. While I keep the ball swing out and back, I let go of the ball as it rolls down the wooden approach and the bowling ball knocks some of the pins. My eyes enlarge and a grin grows on my face while I jump twice. "Oh, my gosh! I almost got a strike!" I continue jumping until this intense pressure that takes place in my abdomen. I wrap my arm around my abdomen and lean in my stomach as I let out heavy breaths. I wince when Danny worryingly inquiries, "Jaelyn, what's wrong?" I turn my head to face Danny as he frowns with widen eyes of fear. He rushes to me and helps me saunter to the table of the bar.

"Sss... I have a cramp in my abdominal area." I hiss.

"Are you having your period?" Danny questions. Rolling my eyes, I snap, "No, Danny! Ow!" I complain and clench my teeth while Danny caresses my back just as his other hand massages my abdomen firmly in circles. "Bartender, can I have a glass of Ginger ale, please?" I listen to Danny before I drift into sleep by fluttering and shutting my eyes, but I fully awake to Danny rubbing my shoulder and hands me a glass of Ginger ale. I sip through the straw to taste the soothing Ginger bubbly soft drink. A minute or two, the abdominal cramp ceases. I peer up at Danny, who queries, "How are you feeling, il mio amore?"

"I'm feeling quite better now that I've drank Ginger ale. Thanks, Danny." I snuggle in his embrace. "Do you wanna go home?"

Furrowing my eyebrows, I shake my head. "No! I don't want our date to end, Danny. I still want us to bowl." I differ.

"How about we go to a different place that is private than the bowling alley? I have a surprise for you." Danny smirks at me and raises his eyebrows. I look down at his hand and I take his hand in mine. "Sure, let's go." I beam at him and we both pay the man for the rental bowling shoes, put on our normal shoes back on our feet, and leave the Lucky Strike bowling alley.

Danny drives the both of us to the drive thru of McDonalds and we order our food. I order medium French fries and a medium size Sprite while Danny on the other hand orders an Artisan grilled chicken sandwich, chicken nuggets, and large fries when he parks the car in front of the Lincoln Center. We get out of the car and walk hand to hand to the water fountain outside of the building, sitting down on the edge of the circle of the fountain so we can eat our food. I gaze at the stars and breathe through my nose with my eyes shut. While I exhale, Danny questions, "So, what are you thinking about, Jaelyn?"

I turn to face him with a warm and confident smile. "I'm thinking about you and our future together." I admit and rub my hands together. "Me, too." I can hear Danny chuckle in his voice. "And I'm thinking about creating a future with you." Danny says. I raise an eyebrow and frown at him. "Huh?" I question, dumbfounded.

Danny stops eating his food and stands up, walking to me and resting his hands on my thighs. I slowly lift my head meet his gaze. "Jaelyn, we have known each other almost two years ago when we were having a bad day at work for different purposes. But, I feel like I've known you, your friends, and your family members for a long time. You have no idea how much I love that God introduced me to you. I wanna ask you a question, Jaelyn." Danny speaks as he bends his knee and lowers himself—Oh, my goodness! What is he doing?! I can't believe this is happening in front of me!

"Jaelyn Christina Rodriguez, will you marry me?" Danny questions and takes out a black velvet box that reveals a rosy gold ring with a Morganite gem stone in the center. My hands fly over my mouth and the salty liquid clouds at the bottom of my eyes before one of the tears slide down my face. "Yes..." I hesitate, but I continue, "Yes, Danny Matteo Walker!" Danny beams at me with a twinkle in his green eyes and he picks up the ring from the box, sliding a ring through my ring finger. Danny stands back up on his feet, lifting me off the ground and softly situates his lips against my lips when this vehement screams behind us cause me to break the kiss between Danny and I. I meet face to face our families and friends sprinting towards us, congratulating us with hugs, kisses, and handshakes. I face Danny, not knowing that everybody we love and care unconditionally would surprise us. "So, this is your idea?" I question.

"That's right, la mia bella più dimensioni della regina (my beautiful plus size queen)." Danny snickers.

"Well, what a piteous performance starring Danny Walker and the fat black girl." A dead voice coming from a female claps her hands slowly and I turn around meet face to face with the women I haven't seen in months while I haven't seen the other almost two years ago. Glaring at these two skinny with no respect towards me gives me the urge to clench my jaw and fist by my side.

"Well, well, well, Angelica," I begin and notice that An-Hell-ica still has a busted lip I gave her back in high school. The thought of it makes me laugh. "Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha." I giggle.

"What is so funny, Rodriguez?" An-Hell-ica throws daggers me with her eyes, but I answer coldly, "I'm laughing because you still got that messed up scar across your lip." I watch An-Hell-ica flare her nostrils. "Enough ruffling my sister's feather!" Cynthia hisses. I roll my eyes. "And you need to stop making my blood boil! I had my heart attack one time and I'm not gonna let—Wait, what?!" I yell the question. Did that gold digger just mention that Angelica aka An-Hell-ica is Cynthia's sister—No... No, this can't be!