Loving Nicolas

Chapter 12

I was amazed. I was aghast. My whacky mind can't get a grip at the ring on my finger. Every time I looked at the square diamond ring I burst crying like a blubbering fool. Nicolas even enjoyed teasing me about what a watering pot I was becoming. Pathetic!

In truth, the idea of being with him, of loving him, of committing to him and he to me had been weighing heavily on my mind even though I didn't admit it to him. I had been terrified even though I kept telling myself to live in the moment, to enjoy every minute with him.

The ring, every time I looked at it, has tied down every loose thread in this relationship. It filled my heart with pleasure and my soul with a sense of contentment.

I called my mother the next morning and told her the good news. My mother was laughing and crying about it to the point my father grabbed the phone from her and I told him the news. I was hesitant at first but then I told him about Nicolas and that I loved him and he had proposed to marry me.

My father grunted his acceptance after a moment of silence.

"I have to meet your Nicolas."

"Yes...we will come in July to the chateaux." I said feeling light hearted and light headed at the same time that it had passed on so well. My father had accepted. He wasn't disappointed in me.

"Don't think you'll be sharing a room under my roof." He grumbles.

"Papa!" I protested rolling my eyes knowing very well he couldn't see me. But Nicolas did and raised a questioning brow. I told him after I ended the call with my parents. My mother wanted to know how he had proposed to me. I ignored the question and told her I will call her later. I can't tell her the proposition happened after we had sex and I said yes and we had more sex. "I really have to think of making up a story to tell my mother."

"Lair! Lair! Pants on fire!" Nicolas teased and kissed me on the lips, "Haven't you thought why I had proposed to you the way I did?"

I shook my head staring at him confused.

"Because what happens between us, stays between us. It is special, intimate and private. No one has to know about it."

I understood his need for privacy, with him being a public figure.

"I get that, but my mother wants to know every detail." I bit my lower lip, "I guess it's ok to tell Veronic the truth, she wouldn't have it any other way."

Nicolas groaned throwing his head back.

"And I have gone through all that trouble to give you multiple orgasms."

"Hey!" I threw a cushion at him.

He chuckled as he caught the cushion.

"What did your father say?"

"He said we will not share a room under his roof."

"Really?" He gave me a thoughtful look.

"Yes, but don't worry, Maman will stand with us."

"Ok..." he leaned and kissed me. "I have to go meet with that trainer. I'll see you in a couple of hours. Pick you up for lunch?"

"Yes! Take care. Have fun." I kissed him back, my heart please be still for a second.

I watched him as he left and got up and put on my jacket and called Veronic.

"Where are you? I have something to tell you."