smile floats into my
soul, soothing me, making my heart flutter and the words pour out
from deep within.
There have been times
When my words didn't rhyme
There have been seasons
When my life didn't have a reason
Then came you
There have been days
When I walked in a haze
Walking down a dead end street
In crowds I'd feel incomplete
Then came you
Then came you, my love, my heart
Then came you, and I never want to be apart
Then came you, my passion, my soul
Then came you, only you can make me whole
Please stay forever
There've been so many places
And so many forgotten faces
So many meaningless hours
I want them to matter, I want them to be ours
Please stay with me
I see your face and I smile
I touch your skin and I feel you within (my soul)
Let's tackle your fears
I'll wipe your tears
If you stay with me
Stay with me forever
Stay in my life
Stay with me forever
Baby, be my wife
Say you will
Say you can be
Say you want to
Say you will please marry me
Stay with me forever
Marry me, be my wife, be my forever
Only you, always you, forever you.
There she sits. My lovely, gorgeous,
beautiful, soul-ravaging wife, tears streaming down her face. I get
down on one knee and take her hand in mine, her other hand flies up
to her mouth. The crowd gasps and cheers and whistles.
“Baby, don't cry. You know it kills me.“
“I can't help it.“
“I know we're already married, but I'd like
to do this right. You deserve that. You deserve better than me,
better than this, but this is all I've got. This,“ I motion around
us, “and my love, my heart, hell, my soul. They all belong to you.
Will you do me the honor of being my wife? Living with me, loving
me, having babies with me, growing old with me? I'll always take
care of you, love you with all that I am, and I will love you in
this life and beyond. Say yes. Luciana Antonia Russo-Kingston,
please be my wife. Be my forever.“
She doesn't pause. She falls to her knees and
wraps her arms around my neck. Sera runs up with a mic and thrusts
it into Lucy's face. Lucy sniffles then pulls back, cups both of my
cheeks in her hands, looks me straight in the eyes, and without
hesitation tells me, “The honor is mine, Jesse Kingston. I would
love to be your wife, your love, your life, your soul. Then we'll
be on even ground and nothing would make me happier. Everything I
have, everything I am, is yours. Forever and beyond.“
Then I do what any man whose heart is leaping
up into his throat would do, I pull the love of my life close and
kiss her softly, sweetly, telling her without words how fucking
happy I am in this moment. She undoes me. She unravels me. I
couldn't speak if I wanted to. She's my everything and she's my
forever. We're going to do this right. Lucy deserves the proposal,
the white dress, the champagne fountain, and the big-ass cake and
I'm going to make fucking sure she gets just that. Nothing less
than perfect for my wife. Ever.
“I love you, Luciana Russo-Kingston.“
“I love you, Jesse Kingston.“ She giggles and
the crowd goes crazy. I mean crazy. Feet stomping, screaming,
cheering, whistling. Then they start chanting and at first I can't
make out what they're saying but Lucy does. I can tell. Her posture
rigid and stiff, her smile fake as she shakes her head.
“Blush Baby,“ she tells me in my ear. I know
she hates that. She hated it in Vegas and she's hated it every
minute since. She doesn't want to be singled out from the band. She
wants them to be a unit. She meets my gaze head on. “It's time to
look for a Blush Baby.“
Well, that's certainly one way to handle it.
I'd have let it die, but Lucy is Lucy and she tackles shit
hard.
I stand up and hold out a hand for her. I
wrap my arms around her and pull her close, she climbs up my body
and I chuckle. My wife the monkey. That reminds me of the night we
sang Shock the Monkey and the crazy drunk sex we had. Fuck,
that was hot. She clings to me and laughs as the crowd continues to
go crazy. Sera hands
soul, soothing me, making my heart flutter and the words pour out
from deep within.
There have been times
When my words didn't rhyme
There have been seasons
When my life didn't have a reason
Then came you
There have been days
When I walked in a haze
Walking down a dead end street
In crowds I'd feel incomplete
Then came you
Then came you, my love, my heart
Then came you, and I never want to be apart
Then came you, my passion, my soul
Then came you, only you can make me whole
Please stay forever
There've been so many places
And so many forgotten faces
So many meaningless hours
I want them to matter, I want them to be ours
Please stay with me
I see your face and I smile
I touch your skin and I feel you within (my soul)
Let's tackle your fears
I'll wipe your tears
If you stay with me
Stay with me forever
Stay in my life
Stay with me forever
Baby, be my wife
Say you will
Say you can be
Say you want to
Say you will please marry me
Stay with me forever
Marry me, be my wife, be my forever
Only you, always you, forever you.
There she sits. My lovely, gorgeous,
beautiful, soul-ravaging wife, tears streaming down her face. I get
down on one knee and take her hand in mine, her other hand flies up
to her mouth. The crowd gasps and cheers and whistles.
“Baby, don't cry. You know it kills me.“
“I can't help it.“
“I know we're already married, but I'd like
to do this right. You deserve that. You deserve better than me,
better than this, but this is all I've got. This,“ I motion around
us, “and my love, my heart, hell, my soul. They all belong to you.
Will you do me the honor of being my wife? Living with me, loving
me, having babies with me, growing old with me? I'll always take
care of you, love you with all that I am, and I will love you in
this life and beyond. Say yes. Luciana Antonia Russo-Kingston,
please be my wife. Be my forever.“
She doesn't pause. She falls to her knees and
wraps her arms around my neck. Sera runs up with a mic and thrusts
it into Lucy's face. Lucy sniffles then pulls back, cups both of my
cheeks in her hands, looks me straight in the eyes, and without
hesitation tells me, “The honor is mine, Jesse Kingston. I would
love to be your wife, your love, your life, your soul. Then we'll
be on even ground and nothing would make me happier. Everything I
have, everything I am, is yours. Forever and beyond.“
Then I do what any man whose heart is leaping
up into his throat would do, I pull the love of my life close and
kiss her softly, sweetly, telling her without words how fucking
happy I am in this moment. She undoes me. She unravels me. I
couldn't speak if I wanted to. She's my everything and she's my
forever. We're going to do this right. Lucy deserves the proposal,
the white dress, the champagne fountain, and the big-ass cake and
I'm going to make fucking sure she gets just that. Nothing less
than perfect for my wife. Ever.
“I love you, Luciana Russo-Kingston.“
“I love you, Jesse Kingston.“ She giggles and
the crowd goes crazy. I mean crazy. Feet stomping, screaming,
cheering, whistling. Then they start chanting and at first I can't
make out what they're saying but Lucy does. I can tell. Her posture
rigid and stiff, her smile fake as she shakes her head.
“Blush Baby,“ she tells me in my ear. I know
she hates that. She hated it in Vegas and she's hated it every
minute since. She doesn't want to be singled out from the band. She
wants them to be a unit. She meets my gaze head on. “It's time to
look for a Blush Baby.“
Well, that's certainly one way to handle it.
I'd have let it die, but Lucy is Lucy and she tackles shit
hard.
I stand up and hold out a hand for her. I
wrap my arms around her and pull her close, she climbs up my body
and I chuckle. My wife the monkey. That reminds me of the night we
sang Shock the Monkey and the crazy drunk sex we had. Fuck,
that was hot. She clings to me and laughs as the crowd continues to
go crazy. Sera hands
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