Come see this

I had my hand over my mouth, staring at Blaine, hardly believing any of this was real, and wondering why I did not feel that this was all going too fast.

Why it felt that this was just right.

“Please?” he said, and I started to giggle. 

Blaine was asking me to marry him. No scratch that. Blaine was begging me to marry him. 

“Will the children wait out there till I say yes?” I asked with a teasing smile.

“Yes.”

“You’re manipulative.”

“I’ll be anything for you,” he said, pulling the ring out, and I slipped my finger into the ring.

“I did not hear a yes,” he said with a smile as he stood up.

“Chairwomen have to maintain their importance,” I said, a smile tugging at the corner of my lip. 

He chuckled now, and brought his lips down on mine. 

I was a little surprised when he pecked my lips instead of a deep kiss, and then took my hand.

“Come see this.” He ran to the table and back, and my eyes fell on the cylindrical smoke bomb he was gripping tightly in his hand. 

He held me so we were facing the glass wall again. “You’ll need those binoculars.” 

He was smiling widely now, and the smile was infectious.

I fitted the binoculars over my eyes, and he wove his arms around me, holding the smoke bomb in front of us. He twisted and a red puff of smoke shot out into the sky.

I almost didn’t see it, but the children erupted into jubilation, jumping and smiling at each other. 

I giggled till I began to cry. 

Blane wrapped his arm around me, holding me tight.

“Did they even understand this?” I asked, still giggling and laughing.

“From that reaction, I’ll say their parents explained it well,” he said, and kissed the top of my head.

“And if I had said no?”

“A black smoke would have gone out.”

I gasped, looking up at him, “Oh, you devious man.” 

He threw his head back to laugh at that. When I looked into the binoculars again, the children were gone, and I felt a little sadness at that.

“I wished I had met them,” I said, and he smiled at me, and said nothing.

He pulled a chair out and as I took a seat, I stared at the ring, still in disbelief. 

I have been a wife for two years. Legally, I was still one, so why did this feel special? Most importantly, why did it feel right?

When I looked back up, he was watching me and when I smiled he returned it. 

So the whole time I thought my slap had made him back off, he was busy planning a proposal.

Because this was definitely not the kind of ring you got at the last minute at a diamond shop, and Ophelia still had one from his mother. 

So he had to have had someone make this the whole time we were apart. 

And for what? Why had he been so confident that I would accept it?

He was still watching me and I could almost bet that he could read my thoughts, but thankfully he did not say anything. 

He poured two glasses of champagne.

“Ok for the chairwoman?” He asked, and I gave him a look that made him chuckle. 

As we ate, we tried to talk about lighter things, other things, but ours was a strange relationship. 

We were surrounded by sad things, so there were not a lot of happy things to talk about, and soon, we were talking about Ophelia and Kan again.

“The stakeholders are calling for a meeting that I will not attend,” he said, biting into his food, “and I believe Sullivan is hesitant too,” he said after swallowing.

“Were the stocks affected? I have not been on my phone since,” I said. 

“Don’t.” He responded. “Yes and those greedy oafs are about to rupture an artery.” He said, and I smiled sadly, looking away to the tall buildings that surrounded us and the clouds so close it was almost like I could touch them.

“The launch would be a good save,” I said, and he nodded, “But that would not be for another month or more.”

“We would have to simply trust PR to work their magic,” I said, taking another sip of the champagne.

Apart from pretending to still be on good terms with Kan, I was down for any other thing they suggested we do.

Speaking of Kan, I found it weird that he had been quiet for hours now. 

He was much like Blaine, it was so unlike him to accept my son and I left him, just peacefully. 

What was he up to? 

He was my husband for a couple of years, so if anyone knew how his mind worked and how dark his heart could be? It was me. 

Kan could be so sweet, but his dark side, born from his brokenness of all that childhood trauma, was just horrible.

“Are you shivering, baby?” Blaine was by my side now, and hugging me close. “Should we leave?” I nodded in his arms, suddenly unable to speak.

I had a bad feeling again.

And after what happened last night, I could never take these things lightly anymore.

As we rode up in the elevator, I squeezed Blaine’s hand that was wrapped around mine, and he looked down at me. 

“Can you avoid getting into an altercation with Kan for now?”

“As long as he stays away from you and my son.” Blaine’s voice was serious now, and I saw anger in his eyes.

“I am serious,” I said as the elevator doors opened. “I have a bad feeling in my chest.” 

His face suddenly melted in a smile. “You are really a mother now,” he said, shaking his head in wonder, “That’s something my mother would say.” 

He leaned down and pecked my lips as we headed back to the chopper.

“Are you calling me old?”

“No, a goddess. Maternity is the peak of being a goddess,” he said, and I blushed, looking away.

Was he always this good with words? Did I not just spend enough time with him to see this side of him in the past?

Same man that compared my eyelashes to a camel’s. Yes, all good intentions, but still.

“Share the joke.” I felt his hand around my waist as she vaulted me into the chopper and that seemed to send tingles all over my skin and down between my legs that still ached.

“We have come a long way, from camel lashes to goddess.” I said, and he blinked at me confusedly for a few seconds, before he seemed to get it, and then he laughed.