It was nice for it to be me and David for dinner alone. Freddie was with his friend Jason from next door and he was spending the night there, and Jason's mom decided to even take Candace over night so me and David can have some alone time.
He made steak and fries with a salad, and even got some fine wine for the two of us.
"This is really nice, just the two of us having a nice romantic dinner together without the kids. I like it, I think we need to do it more often," David told me. He even got in a tux and did his hair all nice and had me wear a light purple gown and black lacy heels. He even had his friend's wife come over to curl my hair and do my make up, so that it would be like we went out to eat, but in the comforts of our home.
"It is. We really do need to do it more often, I actually kind of like being away from Freddie and Candace." We then talked about non important events that happened during the day. We had been listening to the radio quietly when our song came on.
David got up to it and he took my hand and then picked me off the chair bridal style. We danced in out living room while he was holding me and then he set me down on the floor and put one hand on my hip and with the other, took my hand. We then danced for about an hour with my head on his chest. Then he took my shoulders and gently pushed me back a little bit so he could look me in the eye.
"I can't even begin to tell you how much I love you," he whispered in a sweet, deep, loving, romantic voice that I've never heard him use before.
"I love you too, David. I always have, ever since we met," I whispered back.
He leaned in, his lips coming over mine, sparks flying like never before. This was it. I never really had a huge attraction to David, but I thought I never would. It just felt like I loved him, but I guess I never really had. Not until I heard him say that, in that particular voice. Not until he lifted me off my chair and danced with me in his arms to our song. Not until he had held me for an hour as we danced in our living room, tux and dress, to the Lovers' Station. Not until he had picked me up off of the floor, not breaking our kiss, and sat down on the couch and held me in his lap. Not until he stroked my hair and told me that I was the most beautiful woman to have ever walked the earth. Not until he told me the only other girl he will ever love again in his life was going to look like me, and will call me "Mommy". That was when I felt it. That was when I knew what love felt like. That was what like to know you are always accepted. That is what I has always wanted. Always.
He held me in his lap with his arms wrapped around me. He suddenly took my face in both hands and looked me in the eye. "Promise me that, no matter what happens, you will always love me, never leave me, and never cheat on me. Promise me that, no matter what happens with our lives, that we will always be together."
"I promise, David. I always would've said yes the night you dropped me off at my apartment after our first date, after you proposed to me, after we were married, it always would have been a yes. And, David? Can you promise me that no matter what happens, from a death of someone in our family to a birth of our friends . . . always love me, never leave me."
"David." That had just shattered my heart. I ask him to promise me that he will always love me, and he smiles, and doesn't promise it.
"I'm sorry . . . I just couldn't help but notice . . . you said our family. You consider my family your family, and your family my family. Now I know that you were being honest. And I promise. I promise on everything in this house. I promise on everything" *kiss* "in" *kiss* "this" *kiss* "damn" *kiss* "world.I don't think there's anymore clear than that. I love you. I can't even tell you how much. Words aren't even enough. And if that cant sum it up . . . then I have noidea what can," he said, a fire blazing in his eyes . . . but it wasn't an angry fire . . . it was an emotional fire, the kind you get when you love someone so much that you can barely breathe without them. And that was the most romantic thing he has ever said to me.
I started getting tears.
"Don't cry," he said, his look softening. "Please, don't cry!"
"I'm sorry. That was just so romantic!"
He smiled devilishly. "Really?" His look softened again. He leaned down to my face, and kissed me, even better (I'm suprised that it's even possible) than the one before. The kiss started off gently, until we both realized how much we wanted each other. Then the kiss got deeper and more passionate. I honestly don't even remember what happened next.