Grivine (a series of one-shots)

How To Ask

Hello dolls (sorry just got finished watching KUWTK) here is the promised update! Thanks for the comments it means a lot and I hope you all continue to read. If you ever have any suggestions either leave a comment or sent me a tweet to: @levinespixie. Enjoy!

-Adam's POV-

From what I've read, seen, and heard, how you ask is pretty much the biggest decision of your life. You know, besides deciding who to ask.

I'd had the ring for 2 weeks. The band itself had small diamonds on it, and in the center was a large emerald cut diamond enclosed around small diamonds. At first I thought it might be too flashy but I could picture Christina wearing it everyday. It felt like a dream as I designed the ring and bought it, and it was like all of a sudden, today, I had awoken.

In movies they took the girl to where they first kissed, or where they first said, "I love you". They took you out to a nice restaurant or a place with nice scenery. It's not that I didn't care about that, because I certainly did. I care more though about what I was going to say. If someone asked me to write how I felt about Christina I would tell them I couldn't. There isn't enough paper in the world for me to write about how much I love this girl, or what she does to me, frankly my thoughts would be too scattered. Still, the last week I'd been practicing what I was going to say to her, anything that could convey how much I cared about her. How much I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her by my side.

"Hey, I'm having a late lunch with my mom, so I'll be back in a little bit," said Christina as she entered the room.

"Oh, yeah, that's fine since we don't have plans till tonight."

"Which you won't tell me about," she said with a grin.

"It's a surprise."

"Are you alright? You look sort of queasy," she said, her head tilting to the side as she came closer.

"I'm fine, really, allergies."

"In September?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. I just nodded. "Well, alright, I better leave now if I want to be on time and not hear about it from my mother. I love you," she said as she kissed me.

"I love you," I replied as I watched her walk out the door.

I looked back at the paper I had been covering with my arm.

"Christina, we've known each other three years now. I know we haven't been together that whole time, but I have loved you that long. It took me a while (and a short marriage) to realize that you were the one for me. We've gone through hard stuff, but with you there makes it so much easier. I'm sorry I haven't always been able to love you like I do now, and how I wish I had from the very beginning. Can I spend forever trying to make it up? I know someone like you comes along once in a life time, and I don't deserve you, but for some twisted reason you love me and live with me and deal with me. We came together on what I consider a miracle, and I know this sounds cliche, and it is, but will you make another miracle by marrying me? There is no one I love on the planet, like how I love you. The truth is, Christina Grimmie, you are my everything. I love you more than I love music, which is a hell of a lot. Please, be my wife?"

It was longer than I thought as I read through it, and I had to memorize it. You didn't propose to someone with one hand holding the ring and the other holding a sheet of paper. It wasn't very good, I knew that. I was good at writing songs, not love notes. Honestly, I felt too nervous to memorize this, I was shaking and my palms had never felt so sweaty and it wasn't even close to time. I pulled out my phone.

Me: I don't think I can do this man.

Sam: Of course you can.

Michael: You're just nervous.