Daughter of a Gun ➟ Reece Bibby ✔

chapter fourty one

a month later

Blake called me to let me know that Lexi is officially out of rehab. He also told me that he decided to take care of her because he felt guilty for everything. To be honest, if I were him I wouldn't have trusted her but who am I to get between them, right? It was indeed Blake's fault as well but she wasn't innocent either.
In other news, two days before Reece proposed to me. It was very unexpected but it made me feel like the happiest person on earth even though my life was rather a tragedy than a happy-story. We went on something that he likes to call "dates" even though it's just us going to the shooting range among with the rest of the inner circle. After we finished our training he asked me if I want to go with him on a 'race' under the starry night sky. "The last one that gets to the lake has to do the cleaning tonight!" he exclaimed as he ran to his car. I got into my car and manage to get out of the parking lot quicker than him. The whole ride to the lake was a cat and mouse game of me passing him and him passing me. The lake was kind of a special place to us. We'd go there every time we wanted to spend some time together somewhere other than home. It lowkey started to feel like a second home to us. When we finally arrived there he got in front of me, stopped his car and got out of it. "You're slow. Something's wrong with you, babe." he said sarcastically leaning against his car and looking at me judgementally. "Hah, great joke, Bibby. You really forget sometimes that you're a professional racer and I'm just a bitch with a fast car." I said walking towards him. "First of all, you're not a bitch, - he said taking my hand into his. - second of all, I'm not a professional racer, I'm just a good one." he added as we began to walk towards the lake. "And a really modest man as well." I said laughing at him just to piss him off. "The most modest." he agreed jokingly. "I fucking hate you." I said laughing as we sat on a bench by the side of the lake. "No, you don't." he said kissing my lips briefly. "Mhm, good joke, asshole." I said pulling away. I loved teasing him because he got ten times hotter when he was pissed off. He was looking at me like he was mad but I knew he wasn't serious. "I'm kidding!" I exclaimed laughing. "You know I love you more than anything else." I told him rubbing my thumb against his cheek. "Prove it." he demanded. "Alright then." I said. There was no one there as it was very late at night so I took the advantage. I climbed onto his lap and shoved my hands into his hair. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" he said as he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him. "I love you." he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck and left a bruise. "I love you too, fucker." I said as I bit his lower lip and kissed him passionately. After a couple of moments spent making out he realised how late it was. "We should kind of get going. But we before we go - he said looking for something in his inside pocket - I have a very important question for you. - he said as he pulled out a small box from his pocket. Freya Garcia, you are my everything. You taught me how to love. You taught me how to be a better person, a leader, a better friend and you helped me find out that I am also a brother. I love you more than words could ever capture. - he added as he got on one knees in front of me - will you be my wife and the future mother of my children?" he finally asked. I began to cry. I could've never imagine this happening. I've barely turned 19 and it looks like I am have most of my life figured out. I have a house, a car and soon to have a husband too. "Yes! Of course I want to marry you, you dummy" I said as I jumped into his arms and for once, cried happy tears. My hands were shaking as he put the diamond ring on my finger. I was starring at it in awe as he raised my chin an kissed me while he was smiling like a happy kid.