In This Life (Sequel to 'In Another Life')

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Geez, I liked my showers, but I didn't stay in there that damn long. "Let's go look upstairs," he suggested, pulling me towards the staircase. Now that we were at the bottom of it, it almost seemed intimidating. It wasn't the height, or the way it wound around in repetitive curve. No, that wasn't it. It was just so taboo to me, so incredible that I was scared I was going to hurt it. Somehow, I was going to wound this amazing artwork, just by walking up it. "Is it safe," I asked nervously. "Yeah, of course. Here, look." He let my hand go, and walked up the stairs a short way. "See," he said, then jumped up and down on it. "Stop!" I yelled, my voice amplified through the empty home. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Nothing. You'll laugh. Let's just go upstairs," I said, shaking off that ridiculous feeling. "No, seriously T, I won't laugh. What's wrong?" I sighed, and turned to face him. "I don't want to mess it up, okay? It's like this incredible piece of history, of art, and I just feel like I'm going to somehow screw it up." "Aww," he mused, a smile crossing his face. I crossed my arms over my chest, and glared at him. "You promised you wouldn't laugh," I huffed out. He stepped closer to me and put his arms around me, laughing just a little. "I'm not laughing at you. I promise. I just think it's really cute the way you care about this house." "I can't help it. I'm not sure I understand it myself, but this place just means so much to me," I replied, looking up at him. He smiled softly. "I know but you're not going to hurt it. Come on, let's go look." He pulled my hand, leading me up the intricately designed staircase. Once we reached the top, it opened up to what could have been an entire other house. The space up here was almost overwhelming. "My God, how many rooms does this place have?," I murmured, following him to the first room we came upon. The master bedroom still had what I called a princess bed in it. It was huge, a king size, with a shiny silver canopy hanging over it. There was a fireplace on the other side of the room, old charred logs still sitting in it. We checked out every room, with me oohing and aahhing over them all. The master bathroom really got me. It had an old claw foot tub sitting in up against the wall, a baby blue color on the walls. Double sinks sitting under a large mirror, and a walk in shower. "This  is my dream bathroom," I said, walking over so that I could see the designs etched into the legs of the tub. I heard Colby chuckle from the master bedroom, so I looked out the door to see what he was doing. His gaze met mine, and he crooked his finger at me, telling me to come here. He was standing by the gorgeous bed, so I walked over to him. "What is it? Is something wrong?" I asked, seeing the nervousness in his eyes. He shook his head, then sank down down on one knee. My heart jumped up into my throat. "Colby, what are you doing? Get up," I said, my voice already starting to shake. He couldn't be doing what I thought he was doing. We had only been together officially for a few months. I mean, technically we had been in love for over three years, but still. We were young. How did we know that we were supposed to be together? My heart thudded irregularly against my chest, like it was telling me that it knew. "Terra, just stop talking and listen because I need to say this, okay?" he said, looking up at me, and taking my hand in his. I swallowed hard, and nodded. "When you fell into my arms at Playlist three years ago, I knew that I had to know you. I still don't understand exactly why, but you were on my mind from that day forward. When we broke up, my heart was crushed. I didn't think that I would be able to live without you, at first, but I did. I moved on, lived my life, but there was always something missing. I was walking around with this huge hole in my heart, and I didn't even realize it until I saw you that night at the club. Automatically, the hole filled up, reminding me that you were supposed to be in my life. When I saw that you were with Justin, it broke my heart. I knew that I didn't have any right to disrupt  your life, but I couldn't seem to help myself. I loved you and I needed you back in my life. So, I vowed to fight for you. When the accident happened, I was so scared. I was scared that I was going to lose you when you weren't even mine to lose. I saw that Justin did love you, and I started thinking that maybe I should leave you alone, let you be happy. But then you told me to stay at the hospital. Even in a coma, you told me to stay. So I stayed. I barely left your side. The day you told me that it had always been me, might have been the best day of my life, up until now. Seeing how happy you are in this house, brings me so much joy. You've always been the one T. I never want to be without you." My heart was thumping against my chest, trying to just escape and beat right out the door. My throat was dry, and the hand that he held was getting sweaty with nerves. I didn't know what to say...but he hadn't even asked me anything yet. Did I want him too? He hadn't even told his fans about me yet. Oh my God, what the fuck do I do? I was freaking out. He pulled a ring box out of his pocket, and opened it. "Terra Rayne Brooks, will you be my forever?" he asked, his eyes so full of love and nervousness. He kind of looked like he wanted to get sick, his hand trembling around mine.