“Yes.” I say breathlessly as a combination of excitement and fear bubble up inside of me. I swore I would never say yes again, but I cannot deny that I want it, all of it.
“Yes?” He asks with that big smile still plastered on his face, but his brows drawn in confusion. “Yes it’s raindrops?”
I smile and shake my head no.“Yes I’ll marry you.” I say loud enough he can hear me but shy of fear he may have not meant it.
Oh fuck what if he didn’t mean it? As the voice of hate fills my mind I squash it because I know he meant it. Like that I stand taller, buck naked in his play room and look at him an old confidence I haven’t felt in years controlling me now as I swagger toward him. “I want to marry you Shamus James.” I say again and brush my hand down my side, exploring the feel of my own skin, though it isn’t smooth any longer, it is a magnificent work of art these days. I trace the petals of the blossoms, and the wiry branches as he watches my fingers dance.
“Okay baby, stop begging.” He says and smiles with a wink and I know right there we are back.
We are so fucking back.
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Guns N' Roses Acoustic Slash and Myles Kennedy
Chapter Twenty Six
FOUR WEEKS LATER
Shamus
“I swear to God woman, I will not let Carrie rip my ass if we are late. It is the only thing I wont protect you from. Get a move on!” I yell down the hall of her apartment, where she still lives until the end of the lease which is next week. We went house hunting two weeks ago and found a small cottage in Gig that we like and one we need to renovate the shit out of. My reason 109,873 reason I love Cassa Rae Stapleton? Because she wants us to fix it all, or at least what we can do safely. Where money isn’t a matter to me, it is to her and she wants us taking the time making it ours. I was in the minute she said ours that had me agreeing like a dope eyes dipshit.
I am smart though in those moments and I use those moments often to press home the fact her safety is key.
“Well until it is ours baby, you are still BFF’s with Drakes guys got it?” I asked her the night we chose the small cottage.
“I don’t need goons on my ass at a fucking grocery store Shamus.” She snarled and it seemed these days I loved fighting with her perfect bratty ass. She had become the defiant little shit I remember. She had a few moments, some set backs that came naturally but instead of running from me, she ran to me and explained her fear. She was the strongest person I know. Only my girl could make Noah look like a pussy in comparison but never ever tell him I said so.
“I am not about to even argue on this babe. Hard limit this time. I can bang that cottage out with the best security money can buy and even then I don’t know if I’ll feel completely content with you being there alone withfucktardalways around the corner, but ill feel a shit ton safer knowing the ‘goons’ are lurking in the event Cory is too!”
She melted back at that because she knew the bottom line and that was always safety first.
Right this minute though, safety was key and it was Carrie who would have our asses if we didn’t get the lead out. Right then Sassy came down the hall and I lost my breath.
In a flowing pink dress of some crazy ass material that hugs every single inch of her sweet body and some high heels that made her legs everlasting. She took my breath away.
