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54. Speech

"Completely and perfectly and incandescently happy," Paige murmurs from beside me and rests her head on my shoulder.

I scramble around the couch beside me with my hand to find the remote. My fingers press the pause button and I hear Paige groan lightly beside me. She looks up at me with her blue eyes watery and her eyebrows furrowed.

"The ending is the best part!" Paige half whines and crosses her arms over her chest.

"I know, I know," I shake my head at her and clamber off of the couch while trying to get the ring from my pocket without her noticing.

"Then what are you doing by stopping it?" Paige raises her eyebrow at me and almost pouts, her bottom lip sticking out an inch.

"I'm trying to be romantic, let go," I wiggle my arm out of her grasp as she tries to grab the remote from my hand.

Paige shoots me a puzzled look and removes her hand from my forearm. I could barely shove myself between the coffee table and the couch without breaking my ribs again so I scooted back to the other side of the couch.

"Landon, what are you doing?" Paige wiggles to the edge of the cushion and tilts her head at me.

"Hush," I awkwardly move to one knee and grip the ring in my hand.

"Yes," she says quickly, her hands clasped in her lap.

"I haven't even asked yet," I shoot her a glare and hold the ring between my thumb and forefinger.

"Yes you have, and my answer was yes then and it's yes now," Paige narrows her eyes at me moves to stand from the couch.

"Sit down!" I point at her with my finger and she puts her perky ass back on the couch. "I'm no Mr. Darcy, though sometimes I find some similarities, but that's beyond the point."

"Don't ever take this off of your finger again, now matter how big of an ass I am, okay?" I hold up the ring and the light coming from the ceiling fan glints off of it.

"Landon, I wasn't-" Paige begins, a small smile on her lips.

"Shush!" I laugh as I point at her and she covers her mouth with her hand.

"Paige Claire Moore, will you-"

"Yes," Paige speaks under her hand and her chest rises as she giggles.

"Baby, please!" I drop my head and laugh at the ground.

"Okay, I won't interrupt again," she promises and nods at me.

"Will you pretty please marry me with a cherry on top?" I use my pout-face and, even from under her hand, I can see Paige's grin.

"Yes, you dumbass!" Paige squeals and I watch her climb off of the couch and tackle me to the ground.

We are both laughing, booming laughter, as we hit the ground. I hold the ring in my fist as Paige kisses my lips.

"Get off of me and let me out this ring on your finger." I push against her shoulders as she trails her mouth down my neck.

"If you say so," Paige whispers against my neck and sits up in my lap, her thighs on either side of my stomach.

"Hand, please," I wiggle my fingers in the direction of her left hand and she holds it out towards me.

"Perfect fit," I grin at her and Paige nods at me, "almost like I had it sized before."

"Imagine that." Paige giggles and pushes my hands away from hers and bends back down to my lips.

Her mouth is soft against mine and I wriggle against the hardwood floors under my back. Paige laughs against my lips and grips at my sides.

She climbs, not without difficulty, off of my lap and walks over to the stereo by the movie shelves.