After spending the day in turmoil, everything finally felt okay again. No matter what challenges lay ahead of them, his loving, accepting embrace made her certain that everything would work out. When he pulled away and stood up she looked at him curiously, but let him tug her to her feet and into the center of the room. Her eyes widened and her heart did a funny little flip when he dropped to one knee and started to speak. She almost interrupted to tell him that she didn't need a ring, didn't even need a song as long as she got to be with him, but she quickly realized he had something to say and resolved to just listen.
He spoke to her in the language of her heart, every precious word making something flutter happily in her chest. She hated how much pain he'd experienced in his childhood but was so very grateful that he'd been able to share it with her. When I met you, I knew I had met my best friend. Happy tears flooded her eyes, because that was why they belonged together, why she knew they could make it through anything. Because they were best friends, had always been best friends. She'd been comfortable with him since that first night on the observation deck, and no one else had ever put her at ease the way he did. She'd never trusted or enjoyed anyone more. When he spoke of having to fight for her, her heart clenched at the memories of rejecting him. She'd been ready to give up on them before she'd even realized what they could have together, but he'd figured it out. He hadn't given up on her.
A few of the tears slid down her cheeks as he told her all the things he loved about her. She was used to interpreting his subtle looks, to reading in to his actions, to seeing love in his smile and feeling it in his touch. But even though she knew some things went beyond words, hearing it like this, in the language he'd learned for her, was overwhelmingly perfect. She knew this didn't come easily to him, but as always he would do anything for her. For a long moment, she was struck absolutely speechless.
"Yes," she finally breathed out in a quiet Swahili. "With all my heart yes." A brilliant smile was tugging at the corner of her lips, and she didn't hold it back. "Thank you my dear John, my light, my music. Nothing would make me happier than being your wife and spending the rest of my life with you." She tugged on his hands, wanting him standing so she could press her lips to his.
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He spoke to her in the language of her heart, every precious word making something flutter happily in her chest. She hated how much pain he'd experienced in his childhood but was so very grateful that he'd been able to share it with her. When I met you, I knew I had met my best friend. Happy tears flooded her eyes, because that was why they belonged together, why she knew they could make it through anything. Because they were best friends, had always been best friends. She'd been comfortable with him since that first night on the observation deck, and no one else had ever put her at ease the way he did. She'd never trusted or enjoyed anyone more. When he spoke of having to fight for her, her heart clenched at the memories of rejecting him. She'd been ready to give up on them before she'd even realized what they could have together, but he'd figured it out. He hadn't given up on her.
A few of the tears slid down her cheeks as he told her all the things he loved about her. She was used to interpreting his subtle looks, to reading in to his actions, to seeing love in his smile and feeling it in his touch. But even though she knew some things went beyond words, hearing it like this, in the language he'd learned for her, was overwhelmingly perfect. She knew this didn't come easily to him, but as always he would do anything for her. For a long moment, she was struck absolutely speechless.
"Yes," she finally breathed out in a quiet Swahili. "With all my heart yes." A brilliant smile was tugging at the corner of her lips, and she didn't hold it back. "Thank you my dear John, my light, my music. Nothing would make me happier than being your wife and spending the rest of my life with you." She tugged on his hands, wanting him standing so she could press her lips to his.