"Chrissy has plenty of bad behaviors to teach a kid. The two of then will be worse," he replied flatly. The rest of what she said he took to heart and simply nodded. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to be a father. He never knew anything about his own parents and now he was going to be able to raise a child that would know him and understand what family was. It was a blessing that he had always hoped for.
He furrowed his brow after falling silent and then shifted so that he could stand. Taking Nyota's hands in his he pulled her to her feet. "I did this all wrong," he admitted quietly. Pulling her out to the middle of the room, John dropped to one knee in front of her, holding her hands. "I don't have a ring and I'm sorry for that. I don't have something prepared. I had planned on singing for you but I can't say I have anything ready either. You are going to have to forgive me if this doesn't come out right.."
John cleared his throat, eyes fixated on her face and in the best form of Swahili he knew, he started all over; "I love you, Nyota. I spent my life in a constant state of change. I have no family, no history. I don't know where I came from and when I met you, I didn't know where I was going. When I met you, I knew I had met my best friend. Don't tell Eli. He was quickly being replaced. It wasn't until I had to fight for you that I knew my life would never have stability unless I could call you mine," John cleared his throat, emotion making his voice raw, "I don't show affection well. I didn't learn it. Instead I taught myself how to close it off and deal, but you didn't care. You saw beyond all that quiet in me and loved me anyway. So now I want to pour it all out. This may be the only time I do it, but it doesn't mean it isn't true... I love you, Nyota Uhura. I love your laugh, your voice, that look you get when you are concentrating really hard to learn something new on the piano. I love the expression you give me when you know that I'm not saying everything but you aren't asking me to, because you know how hard it is. I love every time you speak a different language. I love when you mimic my accent. I love... I love it all. Please do me the greatest honor by giving me a permanent family, a steady home and a reason to be myself by becoming Mrs. Kyle."
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He furrowed his brow after falling silent and then shifted so that he could stand. Taking Nyota's hands in his he pulled her to her feet. "I did this all wrong," he admitted quietly. Pulling her out to the middle of the room, John dropped to one knee in front of her, holding her hands. "I don't have a ring and I'm sorry for that. I don't have something prepared. I had planned on singing for you but I can't say I have anything ready either. You are going to have to forgive me if this doesn't come out right.."
John cleared his throat, eyes fixated on her face and in the best form of Swahili he knew, he started all over; "I love you, Nyota. I spent my life in a constant state of change. I have no family, no history. I don't know where I came from and when I met you, I didn't know where I was going. When I met you, I knew I had met my best friend. Don't tell Eli. He was quickly being replaced. It wasn't until I had to fight for you that I knew my life would never have stability unless I could call you mine," John cleared his throat, emotion making his voice raw, "I don't show affection well. I didn't learn it. Instead I taught myself how to close it off and deal, but you didn't care. You saw beyond all that quiet in me and loved me anyway. So now I want to pour it all out. This may be the only time I do it, but it doesn't mean it isn't true... I love you, Nyota Uhura. I love your laugh, your voice, that look you get when you are concentrating really hard to learn something new on the piano. I love the expression you give me when you know that I'm not saying everything but you aren't asking me to, because you know how hard it is. I love every time you speak a different language. I love when you mimic my accent. I love... I love it all. Please do me the greatest honor by giving me a permanent family, a steady home and a reason to be myself by becoming Mrs. Kyle."