Beatles Imagines

24. Ringo

"Can you believe this?" I sprawled my arms out on the bed and looked up to the ceiling in utter disbelief that my life had unfolded in this way.

"Believe what?" He questioned while twisting my hair around his fingers.

I could feel his gaze on the side of my face, so I turned over towards him and smiled. I knew that he knew exactly what I was talking about, but he was teasing me.

"We're married." I exhaled, and searched his face to find happiness and exhilaration within his features. "I never thought that I was going to be here. I never even thought that I wanted to get married, but now we're here and I couldn't be more ecstatic that you'll be the first face I wake up to in the morning and the last face I'll see before I fall asleep."

"It did take a little convincing for you to accept my proposal, you cheeky one." He was referring to the fact that I had declined his other two proposals before realizing that marriage wasn't some scary thing that was going to drive us apart.

I put my arms around him and pulled my body closer to his, and rested my head against his chest.

"I'm sorry for doing that to you, but you know how my parent's marriage ended in utter chaos." I replied, and listened to the rapid heartbeat in his chest. "I should've listened to you, though. I'm sorry for making you wait so long."

"It was worth waiting for. I couldn't tie down my wild flame before she was ready." He smiled lazily, dragging his thumb across my jawline. "I must ask you something though. It's been racking my mind for years."

I responded with a simple hum, masking the anxiety that was slowly building within me with each passing second that he spent building suspense.

"When you first told me you loved me, why did you run away from me?" He questioned in a soft voice. "You must've known that I loved you as well?"

' "Don't go to Lacey and tell her that you want her to go with you to Hamburg. I'm begging you. Please." I blurted, an outpour of emotion finally overwhelming my body. For so long, this had been building within me, and I held it down, but now it had become impossible.

"Why should I? Tell me, god damn it. You act so hot and cold, I never know what's running through that mind of yours. You never give me a definitive answer and I'm left here without a clue." He shouted, throwing his hands in the air out of annoyance. His eyebrows were furrowed together in pure confusion and rage, which made me hobble backwards. "If you don't want her to go, tell me why."

"You have captured my heart, body, and soul. I wake up and dread the fact that your heart belongs to her. Every moment I remain conscious, I am thinking about you." I declared, stumbling over my words in haste. "I love you."

My hands immediately flew over my mouth as soon as I said the words. I stumbled back in pure fear, and my eyes involuntarily widened. I looked to him, to see an equally shocked expression on his face. I didn't wait to be rejected, I didn't wait to be ridiculed, so I turned the other way and sprinted out of his house, not daring to cast a glance back.'

"I was scared you'd reject me." I chuckled at the scared, vulnerable girl I was in that moment. "I didn't even want you to know, and when I said it, I felt like I'd said it at the wrong moment."

"How could I reject someone who had captured my heart, body, and soul." He quoted, a lopsided grin now overwhelming his features. "Don't ever run from me again. Even if you're running away from me for a couple of minutes. I don't think I could handle it."

"How long did I stay away from you after I said that?" I squinted my eyes and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about how much time I spent ignoring him after I told him how I truly felt. "Three days, four?"

"It was a week." He answered for me. "Probably one of the worst weeks of my life. I thought you weren't going to talk to me ever again. Your sister even told me so."

I rolled my eyes at the mention of my sister feeding him lies. She always was the one to stir up drama in our family.

"I'm surprised I didn't fuck everything up, if I'm being honest with you." I looked up at him, suddenly feeling immensely remorseful for the things I had put him through.

"Darling, don't dwell on it. I love you for you, and that includes all the timidness and nervousness. I wouldn't want to spend the rest of my days with anyone else."

"Neither would I." I rolled over, and pecked him briefly on the lips.

He frowned in response. "That's all I get on my honeymoon?"

I smiled and shook my head at his cheekiness. I then changed subjects as a moment from our wedding popped into my mind. "Do you know what your mother said to me today?"

He closed his eyes briefly as though he were embarrassed. "What did she say this time?"

"She told me that we need to be careful because she said she's too young to be a grandmother." I chuckled as her words replayed in my mind.

He raised his eyebrows in amusement. "That's my mother for you."

"Quite so." I responded, and playfully bopped him on his nose.

"Well I guess I'm going to have to be careful, aren't I?" He asked rhetorically, as a devilish, mischievous expression crossed his face. His hand trailed down and stopped right at my waist.

I swallowed.

"I suppose you should." I replied back in a whisper.