Let Me Love You Again

Chapter 49: Perfect

—-One Month later-----

---- Deannay POV---

She takes my hand and grins wide. "Come," She says. "I've got a surprise for you." I roll my eyes but can't hide my smile. I nod and let her lead me toward the basement stairs, our bare feet padding over the cool hardwood floor.

She pauses with her hand on the door knob and looks down at me with eyes mischievously gleaming as a slight blush settles over her cheeks.

"Close your eyes, babe." I tilt my head to the side and arch an eye brow but then do as I'm told.

"I hate surprises and you know it." I say.

"Yeah, but you love me." I hear the laughter in her voice. I sigh then giggle. She's right.

She opens the door and hold both of my hands, guiding me to the first step. "No peeking." She commands.

"Yes, boss." I say, letting go of one of her hands to salute. I stumble as I nearly miss the next step down and she laughs.

"Alright, baby. Let's just keep on holding my hands, okay? I Don't need you falling tonight. Although I wouldn't mind playing medic." Her voice deepens on her last statement and it makes my something low in my belly clench.

I squirm and I know she's smiling. She knows the effect she has on me and loves it. I take a deep breath and take another step down, both of my hands locked safely back in her now.
I'm half expecting some candle-lit, black blanket set up—something meant to make me squirmy and bothered.
Not that I ever know what to expect from her—she's pretty good at keeping me on my toes.

"Okay, last one." She murmurs as my feet come in contact with much steadier and fluffier ground than the wooden stairs. I'm almost tempted to open my eyes, but I don't want to ruin her surprise.
I can see light, pink from under my eyelids. She takes me a few steps further into the room and then releases my hands. I hear her walk away and click a button. Soft music pours out from what I'd guess was an iPod dock. Music playing " Perfect by Ed Sheeran"

Then her forehead is on mine, one arm curls around my waist and pulls me flush against her body, the other clasping mine and bringing it up to brush it gently against her lips.

"Dance with me."

"I can't see."

"You can open your eyes now, baby." She chuckles.

I open my eyes and meet her beautiful  eyes. She's smiling and her eyes are doing that adorable crinkle thing at the edges.
Her face is bright with excitement and I can feel the energy radiating from her. I look around the room and see that the couch has been pushed back against the wall to make room and the clutter has disappeared.
White Christmas string lights are hung artfully around the room which makes me giggle. I've always loved white Christmas lights.

I notice that we've begun dancing, slowly moving back and forth in our own little circle.
She's watching me as I stare around the room and then back up at her. I stand on my tip-toes to place a kiss sweetly on her cheek and then blush.

Her smile has not left her face for which I am glad because I love her smile. I love everything about her—well, almost; let's be realistic there. I love the way her eyes glimmer when She looks at me and how her body feels warm against mine. I love hearing her voice and her heart beat and her steady breathing when she's sleeping next to me. I love listening about her day and being there for when she needs to talk. I love our jokes and the way we love each other, the way we listen and solve problems together. I love the way she always holds my hand when we're walking and when she's driving. I love the way her heart is so beautiful and genuine and giving.

I love the way she has everlasting patience for me and knows how to talk me out of my anxiety attacks. I love the way she loves me and I adore the way I love her.

In this perfect moment, in her arms, I am perfectly and blissfully happy and I realize just how much I am in love with this gorgeous lady, a soon to be doctor. The song ends and she pulls back to look at me better.

"I have something for you." She says and takes a half step back. I tilt my head to the side and laugh.

"What is it?"

She reaches into her pocket and produces a tiny black box and I finally realize what's happening. I feel my eyes widen and my hand covers my gaping mouth as she lowers herself onto one knee. I stop breathing. She opens the box but I don't even see what's in it; I'm looking at her. She reaches for my hand.

"Deanney, I love you and I want to continue to love you with every single day for the rest of my life.

When i was on my darkest day, you'll never leave me, instead you become an anchor to my wounding heart. You make my days so much brighter and my heart beat faster and sometimes when I look at you I have to remind myself to breathe. You are the strongest, most incredible woman I have ever met and I want you to be mine forever. Deanney Miller, will you do me the honor of becoming my partner in life? Will you marry me?"

I'm trying to process this. I'm trying to process what is now happening in front of me. The person I love is on her knee asking me to marry her. Come on, Deanney. Move! Say something! Say yes! But I am in shock.

"Breathe, baby." She says, still smiling.

I let my breath out slowly and find myself nodding. Then it all hits me at once. I start crying and nodding and saying, "Yes, yes, yes of course I'll marry you. Of course!"

Then I'm in her arms and I'm all runny nose and overwhelmed with joy and somehow through my tears She's kissing me and we're laughing and crying and holding tightly onto one another. She runs her hand down my left arm and holds my eyes with her as she slides on the small silver and diamond ring. I glance at it and grin. It's perfect. She's perfect. Everything is perfect.

I throw my arms around her neck and kiss her all over and we're laughing again. "I love you." I finally say between giggles and gasps. She plants a sweet kiss on my lips and then nuzzles my nose with her. "I love you too, Deanney."

A/N: So, since my brained can't stop thinking on this cheesy ideas of mine, so i just decided to shared this and hoping you gonna like this cheesy chapter..