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It was a calm afternoon, the skies painted in the soft fabric of blues and greys. The light rain slowly dripping from the window you were sitting in front of, admiring the beautiful scenery, as you were there smiling to yourself, waiting for him to come home to you.
He, who made you happy, who stood by your side when needed to, the one who's kisses were as sweet as the sunshine in the mornings, so serene as the droplets in today's weather.
Walking in, putting his bag off to the side of the entrance, he leans against the door for a few seconds, trying to rub the tiredness off of that day with his hands and then running them through his hair, for he was working hard. Filming that day on the set of Supernatural, was quite exhausting and he couldn't wait to come home to his beloved, come home to the woman that he loved. The one that always kept him grounded and knew how to make him feel at his best when down, he came home to you.
He walks down and around the hall of your shared home, and he stops for a second. Watching you looking at the rain outside and thought how beautiful you looked. Standing there he thought to himself how lucky he was to have you in his life, then proceeded to leave you for a second to get himself cleaned up.
As he changed into more comfortable clothing after stepping out of his shower, he walked into the kitchen to make a special drink that both of you have always loved to share since the day you first met. He makes his way to you, now with a book in hand, he surprised you with a hot cup of chocolate, topped with whipped cream, a sprinkle of cinnamon, and a vanilla wafer crisp in each cup.
"Hey babe", he says to you as you finally noticed he had come home.
"Alex! You're home! Sorry I didn't hear you come in" you replay as you get up, give him the warmest hug and take the hot chocolate he had made for the both of you.
As you both sit on the window bay couch, sipping the hot chocolate every now and then, he tells you about his day and how fun yet exhausting it was and how all he thought about was coming home to you. As you both finish the hot beverage, he takes you into his arms and holds you tightly. You find comfort in his embrace, remembering how you first met, how he asked you to be his girlfriend, the many dates you both went on and how beautiful he made you feel when entangled in each other's touch between the sheets.
Fiddling with his fingers his hand with your own, he strokes your hair with his free hand and delivers sweet words to you. Soft music in the background is playing, he whispers the lyrics "I wanna touch you, like I never touched you, I wanna love you, as you've never been loved before and give you so much more..." As he leans in resting his face in the crook of your neck and laying soft kisses along the way down to your shoulder.
You turn to him, smile warmly, feeling his face on your fingertips you lean in to kiss his lips you've missed all day. He returns the gesture and pulls you in for a much deeper kiss.
Moments pass before you have the need to take in oxygen into your lungs. Foreheads touching, eyes closed, happiness fills the room, the droplets keep slipping down the windowpane, he says "I love you, would you please be my wife"
You look at him with slight shock but happiness emanating from your eyes, "we've already been living together for a couple of months, I thought you said it wouldn't be necessary at least is what you've told others before" you say.
"And I did, but with you is different, it isn't that we have to but I want to."
You giggle at his response and look back out the window as the music continues to play. It truly did make you happy, loved and you have always wanted to marry the love of your life one day and now you truly have him here, with you asking you to become his wife. Both stay silent for a moment letting the quiet whispers of the rain engulf your souls, but after realizing he never got an answer, he continued to stroke your hair and asks, "babe? So would you marry me?" You hold your hand out to the window and with the touch of your finger, you wrote the word 'yes' he watched this movement of yours and fills him with such joy as he sees you turn to him.
Now fully facing him, smiling brightly, watching how his love for you danced in the reflection of his blue eyes, he hears the words 'I do' flow from your pink lips before he leans in to connect his with yours.
As for the weather?? Well, the little droplets of love dance with a small ray of sunshine peeking through, a tiny rainbow landing on a single little flower growing just outside the window where you were first seated.
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Thank you for taking the time to read this little shot, I very much enjoyed it. I was listening to the above song a few nights ago, which mind you haven't heard it in years and I'm thankful it was in my playlist. So yes, this little one-shot was inspired by this song though at first I did not think of Alex Calvert (Jack) nor did I intend it to be about him, but since I haven't written anything for him (or Jack for that matter) I thought it would work well for him.
The one I thought of while listening to the song is completely unrelated to Supernatural 😅😅
Newhos, thanks once again and see you when I seeing you.
Have a great day/evening/night
Love you much!!!
Song: Getaway Artist: Richard Marx Album: Beautiful Goodbye ReleaseDate: 2014
