Proposal

Proposal


Ryan's POV

My wife. The center of my existence. I shed a rebel tear the second I saw her begin to walk down the aisle. We were surrounded by people,mostly strangers, but she was all I could see.

I went crazy, all out. I wanted to showcase my woman to the world, so I invited the world to my wedding. Now was I regretting my actions after seeing her in that room? Yes, a whole lot.

Gosh, just look at her. We picked a dress but it looked like she went behind my back to choose something else, but then I liked this even better than our original choice. I always loved her hair down, and it looked slick with the flower crown she had over it.

Her dress was so long, lacy, and it complimented her. That's when I noticed her younger, heavily pregnant sister beside her.

They looked beautiful, and I was marvelled at the way they stuck together, alone in this harsh world, supporting each other no matter what. It was comforting for me. I'm so glad we found each other and that I found them.

Finally, she reached me and we stood, opposites. With her so near, I really wanted to ugly cry. We were already married but still, now everyone knew she belonged to me, and that she was mine for good.

After the long and boring exchange of vows, her veil was opened up, for our first real kiss as a now known married couple.

I wasn't playing with her and I know she'll not forgive me for a while, but I took her and kissed her in the most nasty manner ever. I wanted men to be jealous of me, and this was the best way I thought of making my territory. Turns out, she actually wasn't mad. Instead she wanted more. We kept kissing until our lips hurt.

I'm sure it was awkward for others, but we didn't care. Damn, I've spoiled my wife. Love that for me.

She looked at me like she wanted more, but the ceremony had to start and no way was I fucking my wife in public. Finally the party started and pleasantries were exchanged with executives. As expected, I invited Vinta.

He was here with his son, Vico. They seemed to cause a huge traffic because people just kept staring. His wife left him, such a queen, so he came with Taylor. Till tomorrow I'll always hate her. Fuck both of them and fuck Vinta too. Sometimes it made me jealous, the way he looked and admired my wife. He enjoyed watching her talk and challenge him and I still don't get why she isn't scared of him.

I'm hoping I never have issues with Vinta, so the very day I put a bullet to his head myself is the day my wife tells me he's chasing her. I'm hopeful he'll respect himself and we'll all live in peace.

As I attended to my guests, I watched her prepare to throw her flowers to a crowd that was waiting for her. She had changed into a more comfortable dress that was shorter and hugged her every curve. As I watched, I was thinking of pounding her to loud music. Still, I managed to chill. When she threw the flower, it landed right into her sister's hands, although the crowd there, ready to receive the flower was a lot.

As if on cue, Gerald dragged her then while she was happily excited about the flowers, he dropped to a knee. The hall fell silent, then overcame with loud gasps that couldn't stop making appearances. It was shocking. Gerald was about to propose to Amanda in public, at my wedding.

She was stunned but my wife was even more surprised. Of course I know Gerald was going to propose. He approached me like the proper gentleman that he was and asked for my permission.

He was also seeking Alana's permission but I told him it would be best to surprise both sisters. Clearly it was the best decision I had ever made.

My girls were shook!

Amanda began to shed tears instantly while Alana watched from a corner. I was tempted to walk up to her and drag her back to my side but I had to respect myself.

“Amanda Petruva. I remember the first day we met. You were at the verge of death and then, my heart was cut. I saw you as a patient only, and I did everything to save you. Somehow, as you began to get better, we both began to feel something for each other. I mean, you're funny, pretty as hell even in that state. It was so easy to talk to you. All of a sudden I enjoyed coming for my shifts, anticipating seeing you and spending time with you. Sometimes I literally sat down, pretending to check one or two, meanwhile I just wanted to be with you.”

“Gerald..” she let out an ugly cry.

“I just wanted to hear you talk, hear you laugh. Soon you were set to leave, and although this sounds bad, I was feeling heartbroken. But then you left me your number and said I should call. Trust me, I fought it. I really did. I thought about it. Doctor and patient. What would people say? How could he find time to have romantic feelings for a patient? But I couldn't let you go, so I called.”

Amanda was crying a river. My beautiful wife was strong, she just watched with adoration and affection. Well, we all did. Who knew Gerald was such a damn poet. He's lucky he's in love with my wife's sister, not my wife because damn, I wouldn't have stood a chance if he proposed to her like this.

“And then we met again after hospital and that day, I instantly knew what I wanted. You laughed a lot, you talked a lot and I just enjoyed watching you talk while I listened because it was always something with you. I really appreciate you and the best gift of my life came along when I found out you were pregnant with our baby.”

Her cry was getting pretty ugly now, like really really ugly

“i knew I had to make you mine, to have you. I promise to never leave your side, to run home as fast as I can everyday, to always be there for you. Please, Alana. Will you do me the honours of making me the happiest man in the world? Will you marry this desperate man?”

She had no words, she just nodded her head frantically for the first few seconds, clearly overwhelmed and shocked.

“Yes, yes!” She screamed and damn, it surely was a cute sight. He wore her the ring and he got up and they shared a beautiful hug.

We all clapped and cheered them on.

After the proposal, my wife found her way into my arms. No, I eyed fucked her from a distance until she came running to Daddy. Just kidding. Maybe not.

Well, the lights were eventually dimmed, and we had a ball dance as the last segment of our wedding.

During the ball, we finally escaped and locked ourselves in the bathroom. I touched her everywhere and I messed her up so bad, my pregnant wife and I had to go home straight from there. We had no self control, clearly. With the way things were going, we just never might.