Chapter 50: Saturday Night (Proposal?)
Chapter 50: Saturday Night (Proposal?)
Maddox’s P.O.V.
She just got done showering and now she is in our room getting ready for our date tonight, as I am in the bathroom showering and dressing. Tonight was supposed to be the night I was going to propose to her, but with my bad luck she just had to find the ring and again think that she isn’t good enough for me to want to marry her. I just had to propose right then and there seeing the tears in her eyes was causing me so much pain to witness. After getting dressed in a grey suit with a white shirt and a dark blue tie, I put on my black shoes and exited the bathroom. I took out my hone and texted her.
“Ah!” She gasps, not expecting me to be such a gentleman towards her.
“You look breathtaking my future wife!”
“You do too, my future husband!”
“Oh, ok you two, take the mushiness somewhere else!” We heard Jett say with his eyes still glued to the T.V.
I take her arm and loop it with my own as I open the door letting her out before me. Closing and locking the door I then escort her to my car, opening the car door I guided her into the car and making sure that she is safely inside I shut the door. Going over to the driver side open the car door and got in. We got out onto the highway in a comfortable silence, she just looked out of her window watching the scenery as we pass by. Noticing how she keeps rubbing her hands tells me that she might be nervous. I gently reach over and placing my right hand on hers I rub her hand with my thumb to try and calm her down. She looks over at me smiling.
“Sorry!” She says still smiling at me. (I sure love that smile on her face, I think it was that exact same smile that made me fall so hard for her.) We get to the restaurant, and I park the car, I get out and then I go around to the passenger side and opened her door, taking her hand, I help her out, I closed the door behind her and pressed the lock icon on my remote keychain. Placing her arm through mine again I lead her to the door to the building. Opening the door and having her walk through the door a host by the door addresses her.
“Hi Miss, you look beautiful tonight! Are you meeting someone here or with you dining alone tonight? He asked with a hopeful smile on his face.
“No sir, I am here with my future husband to be exact!” She says as she smiles and grabs my hand. (It felt even better being called her future husband, especially when another man tries hitting on her in front me!)
“Hi sir, the reservation is under McCorrick!”
“Ah, yes here we are.” He says as he grabs menus. “right this way!” He says as he looks towards Remy to get a good look at her, and you know I can’t even get mad, I can’t blame him for wanting to look at how beautiful she is. We follow him to are table, and it is the exact same table that I requested when I made the call to place the reservation. I pull out her chair even though the host tries to help her, I make sure she settled, then I carefully pushed her chair in, taking a seat in the chair across from hers the host then hands us our menus and takes one last look at her before walking away. (I just smiled to myself, he can admire her all he wants because I know she will be coming home with me) I think to myself as I look over the menu. A waitress comes over and staring over at me she opens her mouth to speak until she notices Remy seating across from me. Opening her mouth again she begins to speak.
“Hi sir, can I take your order?”
“Yes, only if stop staring at me, it is rude to my future wife. Don’t you think?”
“Sorry sir, it won’t happen again.”
“Good make sure it doesn’t. I will have the prime rib with a bake potato and green beans.”
“And you miss?”
“I will have the roast duck with orange sauce, mash potato and corn.”
“What kind of dressing would the both of you like for your side salad?”
“Italian for me and vinaigrette for her, and can we also get a bottle of your best champagne.”
“Yes sir, your orders will be right out!” She says and walks away, and true to her word she didn’t stare at me after calling her out on it.
“Are you ok?” I asked her grabbing on to her left hand.
“Yeah, thank you for that. She is very pretty,, isn’t she?”
“I didn’t notice, I only see you!” I said rubbing my thumb across her knuckles. As we sat there looking into each other’s eyes, the waitress comes back with an ice bucket on a stand, a bottle of champagne and two flute glasses. She carefully pours champagne into two flute glasses and placed a glass in front of us. Taking a sip and tasting it on my tongue, I then nodded to the waitress and again went back to paying attention to Remy.
“do you remember when we first met?” I asked her.
“yeah, I do!”
“What were your thoughts?”
“I thought oh great, another man stuck on himself!” She says smiling as she picks up the flute glass and takes another sip of champagne. “This taste good.” She comments as she takes yet another sip.
“Hey, why did you think that, and don’t drink too much I want you sober for what I have planned next.”
“Oh, well then I can’t wait, and there is another thing that I can’t wait on!”
“And what’s that, what is to come when we get home?”
“No! What you thought of me when we first met? What kind of impression did I make on you?”
“Well, I of course thought that you were exceptionally beautiful, you weren’t stuck up like most women in fact you don’t know just how beautiful you are and as I got to know you not only did I know you were beautiful on the outside, but I knew that you beautiful on the inside too.