TRYING NOT TO LOVE YOU

~Thirty-first Part~

"Marc proposed me," I say, when Gloria and I sit on the bench outside the hospital. "Whaat?!" she asks wonderfully. I nod. "Why didn't you say anything? When is the wedding? Do you already know what kind of dress you will have?" she overwhelms me with the questions. I take a deep breath and let myself to warm autumn sunshine. I do not intend to answer her immediately. After a whole week of lying in a hospital bed, today I can finally went out for some fresh air. "Hello, ladies," Kate greeted us when she brought three cups of coffee. "Sara and Marc are getting married," Gloria quickly said instead of greeting. "Really?? Congratulations!" my friend shouted and hugs me. "Calm down. I said he proposed me. I didn't say that I said yes," I say when Kate sits next to me. "I don't understand," Gloria said and take a sip of coffee. "When did he propose you?" Kate asked. "On my birthday. I was so surprised that I couldn't answer him. Well, then I found myself here in the hospital." I see how they exchanged looks. "So you two know?" I ask. Kate shakes with her head and Gloria looks to the ground. "You knew," I say when she looks at me again: "No, I didn't. Actually... Alex was talking about a special gift, but I didn't think about propose." I nod. "So, you want to marry?" Kate asks when I shrugs: "I guess so. I really didn't think about the wedding. I love him and I want to be with him forever..." I shut up, because I see that he is approaching us. "Hi," he greeted us smiling, "I talked to a doctor. They will discharge you tonight." Girls shouts with joy and I smile. He leans to me and gently kisses me.

*

I changed myself in a comfortable tracksuit and sat on the bed. It was seven o'clock and I was waiting for Marc to come. Since Gloria and Kate's visit, I have been thinking about the wedding. I need to talk with Marc.
The doctor walks into room. "Oh, I see you're ready," he said smiling. I nod and give him a smile. "I brought you a discharge papers and a prescription for medicines," he said, giving me two papers when someone knocks on the door. It's Marc. "You're ready?" he asks cheerfully. "Yeah, I am," I said and stand up. Marc takes my bag and shakes hands with the doctor: "Thank you very much for everything you did for her." I shake hands with him too and then we slowly walk to the car. "You feel okay?" he asks, sitting in the car. "Yeah, I am fine. We need to talk."
"Not now, Sara. It will be time for talk later," he says and drives away from the parking. "Are you taking me back to boarding house?"
"No. Cal lent us one of his apartments."
"Us? Are you saying that this whole week you were all in his apartment?"
He nods and keeps his eyes on the road. I sigh and I didn't say nothing else.
"Are you hungry?" he asks me when we stand at a traffic light. "A little," I confess. "We'll order delivery," he said and takes my hand. I just nod in the answer.
In less than 10 minutes, we park in a garage house, then we take the elevator to the sixth floor. Because I am not in a mood to chat, I just nod or eject any of his questions. "So, here we are," he said, when we walk down the narrow hallway to the door of the apartment. Marc unlocks and when we enter, I see a huge living room with dining area in front of me. "You like it?" he asks. "Yeah, it's nice," I smiled. "We can stay here as long as you want."
"What about Cal and his family?" I ask when I sit on a huge and comfortable couch. "Don't worry about them. They live two flights up," he said as he stepped behind the couch and began to massage my shoulders. "You're so tense. Relax," he gently said. I close my eyes and I try to let myself to his hands. It's all in vain. I am thinking about the proposal and we really need to talk about it. "Marc," I start when someone rings at the door. "Do we expect someone?" he asks and steps to the door and opens them. "Oh, hi. I just came to check if you need something," I hear a man's voice, with a typical English accent. I slowly get up and walk to doorstep. "We're fine, thanks," Marc said in the meantime. "Hi, you must be Sara," he said and smiled when he saw me. "Hi, that's right," I said and we shake hands. "Please, come in," I invite him. "No, no. I don't want to disturb you. My wife sent me to check if you need anything," Cal said. "Oh, just a warm bath," I sigh and stroke my belly. "Then, I won't bother you anymore. Marc, take care of your beautiful preggy. Everything that is necessary for bath is in the bathroom cabinet," Cal winks to Marc. "Okay, thanks," Marc said and they hugs friendly.
"See you, Sara," he said and hugs me. "See you, and thanks for everything," I reply then he left. "So... bath first or dinner first?" Marc asks, hugging me over my shoulders. "Bath first," I say and kiss him on the cheek. "Okay, I am going to prepare it. Come on, I will show you where the main bedroom is," he said and we walk to the bedroom with hand in hand. "Wow, how many rooms are in this apartment?" I ask. "I think that four and one main with its own bathroom. You will love it," he said as we reached the right door. He opens them and in the middle of the room is standing a huge canopy bed. "Wow," I said. "That's not all. Look at the bathroom," Marc laughs and I follow him through the room to the bathroom, which is as big as the bedroom. There is a large bathtub in the middle, and a large glass shower over the whole wall. My eyes sparkle. "Wonderful. I would like to have this kind of bathroom once," I say when I touch a marble sink with my hand. Marc smiled: "You will get everything you want. Now, take your clothes off. I will make a bath in the meantime," he said and gently kissed me. I go back to the room and undress me. The baby slight kick twice as I step back to the bathroom. "Just a few more minutes," Marc smiles. "Okay, I'll wait," I say, when I step to him and caress him on his back. "You're wonderful," I whisper, when he turns around, he caresses my belly and kisses me gently: "Not like you." I smiled and I become all wet. "Take your clothes off," I tell him, when I slowly step into a warm bubbly bath. "Sara, you must rest," he said seriously. Oh, this turns me on. I dive among the dense soapy bubbles and I start to wash my tight boobs. I look straight at him. "Join me," I insist and I bite my lower lip. He looks at me for a while, then he takes off his shirt and pants. When he stands in front of me only in his boxers, I see how his hard masculinity is ready for me. I smile. He quickly takes them off and joins me into the bath. I gently push him back when he takes my soapy boobs into his hands. I lean to him and passionately kiss him. Marc presses me closer to him, and because I cannot wait any longer, I get on him and sunk myself down on his hardness. We both moan with pleasure. He thrusts his hips upward and we're now on a pleasantly pace. He grabs my hips, I wrap my hands around his neck. We kiss passionately. We enjoy until we both come. "Oh, God, how I miss that," I said.
Now, we're lying down in warm water when I decide to start a wedding theme.
"Marc," I gently say. "Hmm?" he moan when he plays with bubbles on my belly. "I'd like to talk about a proposal," I say. "There is no need. I understand that it has surprised you and I accept that you don't want to marr-,"
"I want to," I interrupt him and I turn to him. "I want to marry you," I smiled. He is staring at me for a while, so I kiss him. Long and passionate.
"This kiss means yes," I say. "Really?" he asks smiling, when I kiss him again. "I have only one request. Can we marry after the girl's birth?" He nods cheerfully: "Of course, whenever you want," he said and we kiss again.