And now we’re so close to making it official. Tomorrow night, I’ll propose to her and ask her to be mine for the rest of our days. She has no idea what I’ve got planned for her, but that’ll only make it all the more special. I know that she’s going to love it, even though she would’ve been content no matter how I asked her. I want her to know that she’s deserving of the life I plan to give her.
As I take a break from planning, I allow myself to get lost in my future plans. We’re going to have it all. A big family. A perfect home. A place to explore our passion. Amelia can spend her days painting, just like she’s always wanted, and when I come home from work, we can spend all night making love to one another. I’ll never grow bored. Every time we touch one another, it feels as incredible as the first time. Somehow, I know that feeling will never leave us. For some, the spark between them fades, their flame extinguished, but our fire will burn on forever. We might have an entire lifetime ahead of us, but even if we live forever, this love will never die. That’s what makes it so damn special.
And my proposal will reflect that. She’s not going to see it coming. It won’t be like any proposal she’s ever heard of before. It’s going to be unique to us, so special that she’ll never forget it. I already have a brand new dress for her for the occasion, and she will feel as beautiful as she always looks to me. It’s going to be hard pulling it all together without her noticing what I’m up to, but hopefully, I can keep it a surprise until the last moment. I don’t want a single thing to go wrong.
There’s a lot riding on all of this. This is the first step before the rest of our lives together. But I’ve got the perfect ring. I’ve bought her a dress that she’ll look stunning in. I’ve planned every part of the night meticulously. If anything goes wrong then I don’t know what the hell I’ll do. I guess the reason I’m so concerned about this is that I can barely believe my luck. I still can’t believe a woman as incredible as Amelia would want anything to do with an older man like me. Just because I’m rich, it doesn’t mean I have much else to offer her. She could have anyone in the world and she’s chosen me. I don’t deserve her one bit, and yet, she’s going to promise to spend her life with me. That’s why this can’t go wrong. It has to be perfect for my perfect woman.
I know I won’t sleep much tonight. Not with such a big day ahead of me. Because by the time it’s over, life will never be the same again. Then again, I can’t say I mind. Not when Amelia is bringing so much light to my life, so much love, so much happiness. I wish I could do it now, but the setup will take all day. No, tomorrow is the day.
I can only pray it all goes well.
Chapter Fourteen
Amelia
There’s something in the air this morning, I can feel it. When I wake up and find that Leo is already gone, I smile to myself. I’m not the insecure person I was a few days ago, scared that he’s gone because he’s leaving me behind. I know better now. I know that he’s up to something, though I’m not entirely sure what.
I decide to keep out of his way, setting up my easel in our bedroom and paint all morning. It feels weird calling it ours. Our bedroom, our space, our happy place. But over the last few days, it’s sunk in that this is going to be our life now. My life now. Of course, Leo will return to work when his grieving period is over, and I’ll have to find some way to fill my time now that I don’t work for him.
But there are constants that we’ll take into the future. The endless love making. The late night talks. The long cuddles in bed each morning before we force ourselves to get up and get on with the day. We’ll always make time for each other because we’re the most important part of each other’s lives. No matter what our future holds, I know we’ll hold each other throughout it all.
I never expected this. I fell in love not long ago, but I never truly expected that it would be reciprocated. Even when I heard about the inheritance clause and I saw a glimmer of hope, I never thought he’d fall for me. I thought I might become a means to an end. But what’s blossomed between us is the kind of love that isn’t seen often. It’s rare, beautiful, and fierce. It’s not fragile, though it’s delicate. Our love could survive a thousand storms.