to let you know how grateful I am that you graced this world with your presence. You couldn’t have been made more perfectly for me. I knew you were mine the first time I saw you… That’s not right.” He shakes his head as tears gather in his eyes.
My knees are ready to give. I’ve never seen John this emotional. He held his shit together during the birth of our daughter because of all the complications. He was my rock then.
He swallows hard and continues. “I had so much crazy shit going on, but I knew your spirit. Your heart talked to mine from day one. I’ve needed to be there for you like I’ve never needed to be there for anyone else. There wasn’t a single word to be said or an action that I could perform.
“With you, I needed to be as present as I could be, in hopes that the rest would work out. I’ve never been patient until I met you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring box.
“John,” I gasp when he opens the box. “Are you fucking serious? Where am I wearing that thing to?”
He laughs. “Let me finish this. I knew your ass was going to complain about the ring,” he murmurs to himself. “You’ve become my best friend. I’ve done shit with you before we were in a full-blown relationship, stuff I never thought I’d get a female friend, let alone a girlfriend to be willing to do.”
I shrug. “When it comes to kinky shit, you’re the man. I’m just saying.”
“Shut up, woman. That’s an order.”
I clamp my lips shut and throw the key out.
“Where was I? Yeah, okay. It’s never been awkward to be us, not for us. We’ve grown into who we are. I’m willing to grow into who we need to be, as long as I get to do it with you,” he says.
He has broken out into a sweat. It’s too adorable. I can’t help the tears that fall.
Linking our fingers together, he looks up at me through his damp lashes. Those golden eyes arrest all brain function. Every word that follows is a struggle for me to keep up with. “I like that we’re us. Raw and unfiltered. I hadn’t been sure at first if you wanted to be a wife with all the conventional shit that comes with it. Then one morning, I got my answer.
“You were in the kitchen with the baby, making me bacon and eggs. The entire time you cooed to her about our family and how much you loved us both. I stood in the shadows watching you two. You were happy, we had a mission to go on later that day, but you were happy with our life. Our unconventional life. At the wedding you only confirmed what I had already seen.
“What you overheard me say to my brothers and cousins wasn’t entirely true. I had every intention of proposing. I just couldn’t allow them to ruin the plan. Wyatt and Noah already knew, which is why they were giving me shit.” He pauses and clears his throat.
“Roni, I’d rather be with you than without. You know you’re the one that I want. Will you marry me?”
I smirk. We’re unconventional so this deserves an unconventional answer. Reaching for the belt on my pants, I keep my gaze on him.
I release the belt first, then the button and zipper on my slacks. When the pants hit the floor, I kick them out of the way, causing balloons to fly and float around us. With my fingers hooked into my panties, I shimmy out of them.
John smiles and folds his arms over his chest. I sway to the music as I release the buttons on my blouse. His eyes grow dark as I allow the top to fall. Releasing my bra, I bite my lip and drop it to the floor.
However, my answer is in my next action. John and I have never had a true Dom and Sub relationship. I…I’ve never been able to bow my head to him or give over my complete submission. It’s been embedded into my subconscious for my safety to defy him and hold on to that piece of control.
Today, I drop to my knees and bow my head before John. I exhale before I say, “Understand the power in this action. I’ve just taken back all of my power in it. I’ve given you all of me, but I also allow my crown