Romans & histoires He Proposed To Me With Her Name

Everything you want is here with me. Oh, it's getting cold out of nowhere. Must be the wind. Love: Baby! I miss you so please go to my condo. Pretty please?🥰 I smiled to myself because I love this woman so much. She was a beautiful spring of sunshine to me, you will love her too. No one can match him. I will propose later since everything is doing a good turn to my life and I want her to be with me, to witness every success I will have in the future.

It hugged her figure perfectly, the bump had already begun to show, it was very cute. The diamonds on the dress sparkled as well, just as I intended for it to. I felt like a prince whose betrothed was walking up to him. My fingers were shaky, my palms were sweaty, my breaths unsteady. Her presence made everything very real. It was happening, I was indeed proposing to Juss. As she got to where I stood, she smiled at me, making the butterflies in my tummy dance with excitement. “Eggust,” the way my name moved off her tongue, caused my heart to burn with desire.

Her eyes were teary, appeared to me as if she really didn’t expect this. “I want to make a family with you, only you and no one else. I want to spend every single dinner and breakfast with you, I want to wake up with you in my arms. Would you… grant me that wish?” She widely smiled, hugged me and then responded. “I am willing,” I heard her sniffled, “You’re such a tease. I thought you wouldn’t propose to me, for real.” I laughed, putting the ring on her hand with the biggest smile I didn’t know I had.

“But don't worry, there will be a day when I will step into your home through the main door and none of your family can do anything.’’ I said, cupping her face. “That day, we will not only have breakfast together but take you with me, with all love and respect. That day you will be finally mine, not just from heart but legally too.” I whisper softly and kiss her nose. “Is this a…proposal!?” Valencia muttered in a low voice, looking into my eyes. “Nope! It's just I'm informing you about the future. Because when I propose to you, the world will be aware of you being mine. Only mine.” I said with a smile and kissed her forehead and stepped back.

“Mom, this is Sanjana—the singer. We call her San.” I drew her closer, my hand resting on her shoulder. “And Mom,” I whispered softly, leaning closer, “she’s your would-be daughter-in-law. I’m proposing to her today.” My mother’s face went blank. I couldn’t tell whether she was happy… or shocked.

Or perhaps the anticipation of the entire soirée has burnt her out? Watching her blink slowly at me makes me drop it, hoping the other thing I have for her will help. I put my hand in my pocket, fishing out the velvet case as she creases her brows at me. “What are you doing?” she asks. Her skin is still soft where I hold her, and I focus on that to ignore my growing nerves. “Proposing,” I say simply. Now her eyes widen, coming alive again. “What do you mean, Leonel, I—”

“Lucky me.” “Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered. She took a step closer, voice dropping to a silky murmur. “Isn’t this what you always wanted? Me in your home. Waiting for you when you come back from work. Making your life just a little more… interesting. Isn't that why you proposed?” I had so much to say to her. So much venom to pour on her but instead, I chose to be calm. “You are not staying at my place, Miss Richmond,” I said with a note of finality.

I said taking my eyes off her face. She stepped back and stood thoughtfully for a while. "Your... Your proposal?" she said awkwardly. "You know the answer. If you accept, I will take care of protecting your family myself" I said seriously. She was silent for a second, before her voice came again. "Good. I accept your proposal. I will be with you, alpha" she said As soon as I heard those words, a flash of satisfaction lit up my face. "Are you sure of what you're saying, Miss Hester?" I asked leaning across my desk.

I asked. She glanced toward the tray, then back at me, “This.” I followed her gaze to the grilled cheese. “You proposed to me with grilled cheese.” “I did.” Her smile became almost shy, “Do you know how perfect that is?” She looked down at the ring again, turning her hand beneath the light. “I always imagined my proposal being something that actually felt like me, not some giant ballroom with a thousand flowers or a photographer hiding behind a curtain or some ridiculous public spectacle.” Her eyes lifted to mine.

She was looking at me with the expression she wore when she had already noticed something and was waiting for me to bring it up myself rather than naming it first. I looked down at my hand and then back at her. "He proposed," I said. She looked at the ring. She was quiet for a moment, not in the way of someone processing unexpected news but in the way of someone arriving at something they had been expecting and taking a moment to let it land properly. "Tell me how it happened," she said.