Noah & Navid

Chapter 67 - Navid's Promise

+Navid's Perspective+

A little over two years ago my world changed forever. I found a reason to hope again, found my Noah. Now I was ready to cement it with the ring he deserved; the ring that would make him mine to protect until the day I died. 

I'd enrolled in my last English course.

I was sick of English, of Los Angeles, of the endless homesickness that overtook me and the endless nights chasing boys I didn't respect and could never love.

I had my fun here, lost my pathway. I was ready to finish my degree and go home to the life my parents would design. I'd work in the business my father had set up with his connections.

I would be married off to the girl my mother had chosen. She would be older, unattractive, but have good morals and high intelligence... and wealth.

We would live with my parents until we had children of our own and could afford a home for them. We would raise our children and my parents would come to live with us once they were older and we were established.

I would retire when we were financially set and we'd live the rest of our lives in a quiet, unspoken mist of dissatisfaction. I didn't need a psychic to tell me how the rest of my life would go, it was well laid out before I was even born. I was resigned and ready to go home to face it.

And then I met Noah.

He had me from the moment I saw him.

He was younger, small but beautiful, graceful yet clumsy, quiet and intelligent, but with a heavy layer of naivety and innocence. His emerald eyes flashed at me and I felt a twist in my heart like someone had reached in and squeezed it. I knew instantly he was special. I instantly felt a need for him.

Everything changed with Noah. The birds chirped a little song, the sun was brighter, even the flowers seemed to blossom as he passed them. My heart warmed when he was near. He planted a seed of hope previously unimaginable to my cold and broken spirit.

He was like a living prince straight out of a fairytale; a golden boy ready to rescue me from predestined misery. I couldn't hold back my smile when I saw him. I didn't want to.

Noah showed me that it was possible to create our own happiness, together. There was hope for a different future, a dream attainable, a life of love possible.

I thought about this, every cute little thing he does to make my body feel things it had never known, as I drove along towards our July 4th celebration.

It was just before America's birthday that I met him and tonight I would cement it as an important date for us. It was our independence, together as one. We would be free to create a life of our own.

I had the ring hidden in a little velvet box in the trunk.

I had cleared every hurdle put in front of us. I had his father's blessing, my parents knew about us, I had a lawyer working on the immigration paperwork, and I had posted the marriage bond in a savings account that Noah's father would guard should anything ever happen to me.

Everything was set; we would live out our fairytale together. I just needed to do it formally, a proposal he would remember and tell our children about rather than saying "Well... we just kind of decided to do it."

He deserved something special.

I looked over at him napping in the passenger seat as I inched along in traffic.  There was something so perfect about him that left me breathless whenever I saw him. He was so beautiful, yet so undeniably male.