Let Live (Austin Carlile FanFic)

Ch. 19

*Stephanie's POV*
*four months later*

I had just put Damien to bed and I was changing into pajamas. Ever since we moved into Austin's things had been perfect.

I stood in the middle of Austin's huge bedroom and looked out of the patio doors to the beautiful ocean view. I loved it here. Austin came out of the bathroom and walked over to his dresser. I watched him and smiled. Even though it had been four months, I loved him. I was completely in love with this amazing man.

"Baby, I think we should put Damien into a more stable daycare." He said, putting his folded clothes away. "Like a full day type thing. I think he'd like it more."

I went and sat on the bed and shrugged. "I'm gonna miss him though."

Austin turned and smiled. "I know. But he needs to be around kids his own age. He's only ever with grown ups." He came over to me and kissed me. "And then maybe we can spend more time together, just you and I. I'll make sure it's a good school with lots of good kids."

I smiled and rested my hand on his cheek. "Why are you so good to us?"

He smiled and held my hands. "Because I love you guys." He pulled me up. "Now, dance with me?"

I giggled. "There's no music, silly."

He pulled me to his body and put his hands on my lower back. "So?"

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our bodies moved together, softly swaying. Austin's lips grazed my neck. He smiled at me and spun me around, then pulling me close again. I smiled and laughed, feeling butterflies. We danced for a long time. It felt like we were the only two people in the world. Just Austin and I, dancing to no music with the sun setting behind us. I had never felt so loved in my whole life.

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*Austin's POV*
*next day*

Alan and I had decided to go lunch while Stephanie was at work and Damien was at school.

"Hey, Austin. Can I talk to you about something?" He asked.

I looked up from my food. "Yeah, man. Of course."

He sighed and thought for a second. "I don't mean to over step my boundaries or seem like I don't like Stephanie, but do you really think it's a good idea to be engaged and living together already?"

I frowned. "Where's this coming from?"

He shrugged. "I've been wanting to say something about it since you told me you proposed. I just don't like this situation. I just don't think you thought this through."

I sat there for a minute. Alan looked nervous. I didn't know what to say to him. He cleared his throat and shook his head. "I don't want you to be angry with me. I just think," he stopped and sighed, looking at me and leaning forward, "it was two weeks, Austin. You were engaged within two weeks. That's insane! You can't possibly know anything about her. Like the simple stuff. Or even the big stuff."

I looked away from him. He was right, but I didn't want to admit it.

"Do you even know who Damien's father is?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No."

Alan sat back. "Don't you think it's a little weird that this girl comes into your life out of nowhere, tells you nothing about herself, and now you're marrying her? Some girl with a kid. Now you pay for all Damien's stuff, you're paying for him to go to a better school, you moved them out of their teeny tiny house into your big beachfront house? A little bit of a gold digging situation, Austin."

I looked at him. "I love Stephanie. And I love Damien. I don't care what people think. Thank you for being so concerned, but nothing is going to change." I threw some money down on the table and stood up. "I'll see you later, bro."