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CXLIV
Admittedly, when he first started to appear on TVshows and interviews, I made sure to watch it, even the ones that aired during my work period, it was on display every where in the company, the place swelled with news about him. And i followed each and every one of them, I followed even the memes on Twitter. I was satisfied with just seeing his face on my screen. And I may or may not have touched myself to the images, don't judge unless you know just how empty a bed can feel without the big guy's body pressed against yours whilst you sleep.
Until I couldn't anymore, I missed seeing him in real time so much that I could not watch any clips of him without feeling like I was being carved out of my body. I even had to delete the Twitter app from my phone.
So my body reacts on it's own when I hear his voice. My head swivels, looking for him until I do find him. And then I do, he was dressed in a dark suit, with no shirt underneath. My mouth watered at the sight, so I force my eyes to look back at his face. A warm smile plastered on his face, and with his hair gelled and slicked backwards, he looked drop dead gorgeous. And so fucking edible, so once again, don't judge.
I walk up to him with wobbly feet, scared that he might be a figment of my imagination, and unreal. But when I reach him and collapse into his warm, hard chest, I see that he is real. He is very real.
Tears sprung at the corners of my eyes and i will myself not to cry because I was not going to ruin the day by crying.
"You are back.. I can't believe it." I whisper even though my arms are around his waist.
He wraps his arms around me. And just like that, I feel complete. Whole.
"I am Mimosa, I'm back." He whispers to me.
"Thank you." I don't know who I am thanking in particular, him, the gods out there, Jesus, fate, anything that brought him back to me safely actually.
"I'm glad you aren't mad at me, it would have made everything else harder." He chuckled.
And I pull away to look at his face, "I was mad, until I saw your face. The same one you've been parading for all the women in the world to see."
He kisses my nose.
"They know I'm off limits."
I know that for a fact, I saw the memes about it. He was very firm about his relationship status and the memes have been hilarious, my personal favourite was the one that said, when you find your perfect man, with the right amount of daddy issues, a secret billionaire and has been sculpted by the gods, but someone else got to him before you. I felt proud at that.
"And it also got me thinking.. I'm tired of saying girlfriend."
I tilt my head and frown. "Say lover then."
"That sounds very impersonal."
"Besides, not being with you all those weeks have taught me one thing. Lisa, I cannot do this life thing without you. I kept looking for you every chance I got, if I saw a funny exchange, I would look to see if you saw it, if I walked past a library I would remember the times when I watched you from a book store, I would constantly seek your opinion on the tie I'm about to wear, I love hearing your thoughts, I love seeing your face.. and i have decided to take a step further."
He says the step further and takes a step away from me, I frown.
"That is taking a step backward."
He chuckles, "Exactly what I was saying, I love to hear these kinds of thoughts from you. It makes me happy just hearing your voice, it makes me happy hearing your thoughts. You make me happy."
He takes a very deep breath, I swear it was so deep he was ballooning. And heaves himself onto one knee. My heart starts to hammer in my chest.
"What are.. you doing?"
He smiles at me, but I can see he is nervous. And produces a velvet box the size of ring box. A gasp comes out from my lips, and just then pink rose petals start to rain on both of us, I want to jump up and down and squeal to the entire world.
"Would you Lisa Luciana Carmen De Léon Porter agree to do this life thing with me?"
My heart melts and the tears I struggled to keep at bay come rushing down and this time I don't stop them.
I present him with a shaky hand and he gently takes it, slipping an engagement diamond ring down my finger. I squeal and help him rise up, our lips meet, mixing my tears and our kisses together, I hope he hears the yes loud and clear.
A hoot and claps come from behind us, and the background lights come on. Revealing the smiling faces of our dearest friends. The drag queens were here, Marianna too, even Terry. Zach and Cam stood together, with Danielle and Theresa by the side. Kenny's parents whom I have come to know and love were also here, my father was not left out as well.
They all wore matching smiles as they clapped, my father was trying and failing to hide the tears that streamed down his face.
"Congratulations." Marianna calls out.
I give Kenny a side way hug.
"When did all of this happen?"
"A lot of planning and plotting. Go meet your father." He says gently pushing me to my father.
When I reach my father he is still trying to hide his tears. I pull into his embrace.
"I'm so proud of you. Your mother too." He whispers.
I hug him tighter.
"Thank you dad."
"Thank you sir for giving me your blessing." Kenny says from behind me.
"Take care of my little girl."
"Always sir. Always."
By the time we walk round the room greeting everyone, the realisation finally sinks into my bones.
I am future Mrs. Kennedy Russell.
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