"What am I looking for? Is it big or small? Is it wrapped?" She asked.
"You'll have to fight me more if you want me to answer those questions." I grinned at her happily, because I was enjoying this too.
She was determined as she sparred with me. I'd poke her, because I would never lay a hand on her. She'd do the same, not wanting to hurt me, even though in her current state she couldn't. I smiled at her when she had poked me twice without me having let her. She did that all on her own. After the third poke, I answered her questions.
"You're looking for a small gift. It is wrapped and has a gold ribbon tied around it."
Lisa scoured the room, tearing into the drawers, checking under the bed, and inside the closet. She was getting mad the more she searched and didn't find it. What she didn't know was that I got it out of its hiding spot when she wasn't looking and stuck it in my pocket.
"Ugh, I can't find it!" she huffed, crossing her arms. She looked ready to give up.
"You're cold," I told her as she stood across the room from me. She took a step away from me, testing which way she should go. "Getting colder." She took a step towards me. "Warmer." We continued this until she was standing right in front of me. She immediately poked me, causing me to grin happily.
"Is it on you?" she asked me, already seeing through my game. I nodded my head, and she patted me down until she felt it in my pocket.
"Careful, you might grab the wrong thing." I winked at her as she dug in my front pocket. She just rolled her eyes, but that corner of her lips told me she was enjoying herself.
"I got it!" she yelled excitedly as she took it out and unwrapped it. While her attention was solely on the gift, I got down on one knee.
Time to ask the question of my life. Why am I so nervous?
Lisa's P.O.V.
**Song Suggestion: Grow As We Go by Ben Platt**
I knew Davis was trying to cheer me up, but it was hard to be cheered up by news like the one I received today. However, this little game had me smiling from ear to ear, reveling in my triumph. The thought of kids was far from my mind for a moment as I tore through the wrapping. I wanted to know what he had hidden behind this thin paper.
My brows met in the center as I stared at a small black box. Did he really get me jewelry? It was sweet, but I was not the 'buy jewelry for me' type. Still, I opened the box, prepared to put on a grateful smile. I wasn't expecting to see a ring. It was beautiful with a squared cut sapphire in the center surrounded by small diamonds. When I looked at him, I found him lower than I expected as he kneeled before me.
My eyes had never watered so quickly before. Did he really want to ask me this? Even after knowing I can't have children?
"Lisa Porter, I don't think you realize how much you mean to me," he started, staring deep into my eyes. "I haven't felt this way in many, many years. You've brought back a piece of me I thought was long since dead. There is nothing in this world I want more than you, than to share this life with you. Whatever life I have left, I want it spent with you by my side. I would be the luckiest man on the planet to call a strong woman such as yourself my wife. You've always seen yourself as weak, but never once have I thought you as weak. When you weren't strong physically, you were strong emotionally. Now you're both, and I couldn't be prouder of the way your inner warrior has come out and shined. Lisa, I love you with all of my heart, and today's news has not changed that one bit. So will you?" He grabbed the ring from the box in my hands and slid it on my finger. "Will you marry me?"
"I told you already I would say yes. But are you sure you still want me?" I asked him, worrying that maybe one day he'd regret this decision.
"More than sure, Lisa. I'll want you always and forevermore. There won't be a day that I won't want you by my side, that I won't love you. You're my everything, so don't you ever question it." He stood up now, holding me close so that his face was just inches from my own.
"Then yes, I will marry you, Davis." I whispered against his lips before we kissed so passionately it was like all the love in the world had been placed on my lips.
"Thank you, my little warrior," he whispered between our kisses. I pulled back, shaking my head at him.
"No, my Viking, thank you. You took me out of a dark place. You saved me from going through with something that would have killed me. It was you that saved me. You've made me strong and helped me grow. I will forever be grateful to you. You're my Viking, my love, my savior."
We spoke no more as our lips rejoined. He kissed me with passion, threading his fingers through my hair to clasp my head against his. I did the same, loving the feel of that golden mane wrapped around my fingers.
Davis did exactly what I needed him to do today. He held me close, told me it would be okay. The mention of being a mother in other ways wasn't forced on me. He gave me time to grieve, and when he felt I had cried enough, he made me feel better. The game we played was to get me into a fighting mindset. He did it to make me feel strong, and to make me work for this moment. Then he asked me the question I'd been waiting for, to make sure that I knew that he still loved me, although I couldn't have his children.
There was nothing at that moment but us. My news pushed so far back in my mind, along with my dad. I would let those resurface later, after I've enjoyed my time with my now fiance.
I like that word. Fiance.
Davis' lips trailed the length of my neck, back and forth until he'd kissed every inch. He kissed the exposed skin above my breasts, trailing down my cleavage.
"Sorry, I'll buy you a new one," he said with the sound of fabric ripping as he tore my shirt open with his bare hands.
"You're lucky that wasn't one of my favorite shirts," I lied, because it actually was, but I didn't mind one bit. Frankly, I like it when he goes primal on me like this. It was damn hot.
His mouth explored my breasts in the most delectable of ways. Before I knew it, I was being lifted and thrown onto the bed. He smiled so brightly at me as he jumped over me. I laughed, feeling so overjoyed at that moment. Only Davis could make me happy after such depressing news.
