Dont Leave Me (Chapter 7) A Ricky Dillon Fanfic

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Ricky walks back into the room with a bottle of water.

"Where did you get that? We don't have any bottles in the house," I said, even though I knew he must've gone out to buy it for me, but I wanted him to say it.

"I went to the shops and bought some for you. I also bought some cookies and beet root," he said, in his usual cheerful way, as he began to get changed.

I have the best boyfriend in the world. For weeks, I've been craving beetroot and cookies. I know it sounds horrible but with this pregnancy it's been my craving. He went out and got them just because I needed water. Ricky was going to the recording studio today because he's recording some new songs. I'll catch up with him at three, then we're going for a late lunch to this fancy restaurant that just opened down the street. I'm so excited, it'll be the first time me and Ricky have had time together in months. I've been so bust with the baby stuff, and he's been caught up in o2l madness. I'm looking forward to it.

At three, Ricky drove past the house and beeped the horn of his car. I came strutting out and got into the car with him. He was wearing a really smart suit, I've honestly never seen him so tense.

"You alright? You seem a bit tense there Ricky," I said to ihm, worried. He just looked at me and said he was fine, a bit sweaty from the studio. In my head I knew it wasn't that, because he'd showered since then, but I calmly ignored him and sat in silence as we drove. When we arrived and got to our table, we sat and looked at our menus. Finally, Ricky broke the icy silence.

"So...how's your day been Becca?" he asked, as he looked up from his menu. He was even more sweaty than from the car.

"It's been good." I said, as I looked at him like he was mad.

All of a sudden, Ricky got up and dropped to one knee.

"Becca, I've known you over a year now, and it's been the best of my life. I've grown as a person because of you, and I want to continue to grow with you. Will you be my wife?"

My face goes beetroot (ironically) and tears slide down my face.

"Of course I will!" I say, as I jump into his arms.

Life just gets better and better.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 24, 2014 ⏰

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