Touchdown

Chapter 14

"I'm starving," I said as he carried me out of the water. He sat me on my feet next to the blanket, picked it up and wrapped me in it.

"Hungry, huh? I've got something you can eat," he replied raising his eyebrow. He was still naked when he took my hand and ran to the house, his shorts in his otherhand. I followed him into the kitchen, he walked over and opened up the fridge. He looked like a mad man, when he started to pull food out, strawberries, grapes, a bottle of wine, and a pint of ice cream. I admired his backside as he closed the doors and walked over to the cabinets and started to pull down more snacks and place them all on the island.

I turned as soon as I heard her, "Don't move or I'll shoot!"

"Really Ma? Your own son?" Ryan turned his hands over his package and moved to stand in front of the island, as she lowered the gun.

"Well how was I supposed to know? I saw a couple running into the house, and I thought someone was breaking in! You never bring women here!"

"Maria, Momma M, it's me," I started, until she turned and took a look at me.

"Mila!!!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around me, as I stood there clutching the blanket wrapped around me. "What's wrong with you baby? Give me a hug, I've missed you!!!"

"Mom, she can't," Ryan started with a blush.

She finally looked me up and down. "I see that now, I think I better leave. I love you both! Have a good night and use protection!" she shouted behind her as she scampered out the back door.

"That isn't how I pictured seeing your mother for the first time in five years," I stated as I bit into a strawberry. 

"Yeah, I should start locking the doors now."

I started to laugh, "You're famous and you don't lock the doors?"

"I've never had to," he replied shrugging his shoulders, "Do you lock your doors?"

"Only at night," I replied, opening the wine, taking a drink.

"I guess habits never change," he grabbed the strawberries, and wine and started walking out of the kitchen, "Come on, we need a bath were covered in sand." I followed as he led me up the glass staircase, through the bedroom and into the bathroom, the whole time my eyes never left his ass he walked. I stopped as soon as I walked into the bathroom, the whole was glass "It's one way glass, we can see out but no one can see in."

"Oh," I sad pausing to look around the bathroom, on the left side there was a shower cubicle that took up half the room, in the middle was a large tub upon a pedestal, with two steps leading up to it. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" he asked as he saw the strawberries and wine beside the tub and turned on the water.

"Read my mind," I replied, climbing into the tub, he followed and opposite of me.

"You're just easy to read." I relaxed when I felt him laughing, he picked up my foot and started to massage.

"I love you."

"I'll never get tired of hearing that,"

"I love you!" I exclaimed.

He stopped massaging my foot and looked at my face, with an expression I couldn't quite place. "Marry me."

"Wait what?" I said pulling my foot from his hand.

"Marry me."

"I say 'I love you' and your response is marry me?" I ask trying to get a grip on the crazy situation that is now known as my life.

"Yes," he said with a solemn look on his face.

"Normal responses are 'I love you too' or 'that's nice' or even 'thank you,' not marry me."

"Thank you is not exactly what I would call normal but if you're going that route the normal response to 'marry me' is typically yes."

"Not after six days! You bring me to come into my life, fuck me senseless, bring me to Miami and now you ask me to marry you! And all of that only happened because you fixed my fucking doorbell." I shrieked, burying my face in my hands.

He scooted before me and pulled my hands away from my face. "Hey, look at me," I looked up at him while he pulled me into his lap. "We've been together most of our lives, nothing we have been through together is what I would call normal, but here we are. We're meant to be together and we both know it."

"I am! I'm literally the ordinary girl next door who works at the small town diner," I paused, "Or at least, I was until you came home."

"Mila, I've never thought of you or what we had as normal. What we have is something most people would kill for. I went five years without you, and the moment I saw you, we picked up  as if not a day passed. That's not normal that's extraordinary."

"Ryan...."

"No, let me get this out. The past five years were complete and utter hell. I didn't know how to come back to you, I was young and stupid, and when I finally figured out what to say, I had already lost my chance. You were with someone else, and I thought that was my punishment for leaving and not saying a word to you. It broke my heart knowing that someone else had what was supposed to be mine, and that some other fuck face was making you smile. I want to be the person who gets to make you smile every day for the rest of our lives, and coming home to you would make me the luckiest guy in the world."

"Why me?"

"Because whether I play football or whether I go back to Kentucky and I work at the diner, I know you'll still love me. Not that I'm quitting, it's just that I know after all the lights, cameras, fame and football leave you'll still be standing beside me. Fuck, I know I'm rambling but..."

"Ryan..."

"Wait I'm not finished," he leaned out of the tub and picked up his shorts and pulled out a small box. Opening the box I saw the contents, a big pear shaped diamond, surrounded by smaller diamond all the way around and the band was covered in small diamonds, the ring was rose gold dipped. "I've been carrying this with me since you said you would come back to Miami with me. I've been waiting for the perfect moment, but it's never perfect something always happens."

"Anytime we're together is perfect. Yes."

"As in you'll marry me?" he asked gleaming.

"Yes, Ryan, I'll marry you." He pulled my head to his for a victory kiss. "Do we have to tell everyone right now?"

"Are you afraid of what everyone will think?" he asked pulling me against him, holding up my hand so we could look at the ring on my finger.

"Yes, I never expected this life. Or cameras or press, or tabloids, you're the star not me but it was my face on the front page. I don't want people thinking we're getting married because of money or dear lord because I'm pregnant."

"If that's what you want then we'll wait to announce it," he whispered nuzzling my neck, "Whatever you want from now until forever, I'll give you, all you have to do is ask."

"Anything?" I asked, lacing my fingers in his as the wrapped around my front.

"Anything, just name it."

"I want you." I replied as his hands moved down to my thighs.

"Your wish is my command."