Noah & Navid

Chapter 70 - You Are Mine

"I know, my heart, but we have been engaged for months. You can choose what you want, but choose you must do. I asked you to be mine and you agreed," Navid said in that gentle whisper while petting my hair as I laid my head on his muscled brown chest. 

It's that low Persian rumble, the authoritative tone he uses when he wants to urge me but not upset me. We were cuddled up under the covers in bed on a cool Saturday morning with the small hints of sunlight peeking through the heavy curtains.

My world was rapidly changing and it's not something I handle well. He'd bought our new house down in Orange County and was having it renovated and modernized. 

At the end of the semester we were set to move down there and I'd say goodbye to the neighborhood where I'd spent my whole life and the college I'd always wanted to attend. 

My dad was going to move in with us. Navid had already found him a new job down there where he could make more money and not have to worry about the increasingly expensive rent of Los Angeles. It would make the transition easier for me and Navid liked the thought of him being there to help out with things.

"I... it all seems good. Whatever you want will be good," I stammered. 

I didn't know how to respond. He wanted me to have the wedding of my dreams, but I'd honestly never dreamt about it. He wanted to invite a huge amount of people and the thought of standing up there in front of a big crowd to share our most intimate moment seemed overwhelming and unappealing. 

He had a list of clients and contacts, friends and colleagues. They all wanted to be there for him. I just wanted my dad, my family, a handful of friends.

"Noah, please! My love, My heart, My world! I can book the place, the date, the people; but I need your touch with the food, flowers, invitations, these things the wife should do. The wife decide on the pretty touches and make things perfect. The man cannot do this. Don't you want this, my love? You want to marry to me? You want to be mine for official?" Navid asked with a little more force.

I could tell he was getting annoyed. He'd never admit it, but sometimes I could frustrate him past his limit. Outside of "us" he's a forceful man who can get anything he wants with people. But with me he treads lightly, speaks gently, and uses a lot of fatherly care.

"I'm... not a wife," I whispered and felt my lip start to tremble. 

I pushed off his chest and sat up, turning away from him. His hand found my back and he gathered my t-shirt in his hand to pull me back down to him. He hates when I pull away from him. Everything must be solved in his protective hold.

"I didn't mean this. Of course you are not this. You are my beautiful, perfect boy." Navid turned me into his chest and slid his arm around me. 

He raised my chin until our eyes locked and he looked at me with apologetic humility. A shiver ran through me as I looked into his big brown eyes. He pressed his nose to mine and rubbed back and forth until I smiled.

"I love you so much, my Noah. You still want to marry me? Even though I say things that upset you?" He asked and showed me pouty lips.

"Of course. I wanted to marry you the moment I saw your cock," I said with sincerity. We stared into each other for a moment then both burst into laughter.

"Your words... as beautiful as the Shakespeare. Is warmth to my heart," Navid laughed. 

He rolled over on top of me and we wrestled until he pinned me back against the pillows. He tickled me until I kneed him in the stomach and then we just laid there laughing and kissing.