Chapter 79 For BetterWorse
Chapter seventy-nine
For Better Or Worse
Sophia
After spending the rest of the day lost in each other, reconnecting on an intimate and physical level we’ve craved but couldn’t indulge in for the last month, I feel euphoric.
With every ounce of pleasure Marco wrung out of me, the stress, anxiety, and worry balled up in my stomach like a lead balloon melted away.
Even when it should be me comforting him and making him feel good, he prioritizes me.
We’ve had to walk up some big mountains to get us to today, but there is no one else I would rather traverse the rocky terrains with than this man right here.
We made our way from the lounge room to the bedroom, where we’re currently lying amongst twisted sheets enjoying our post-orgasm glow.
Stroking my hair as I lay my head on his chest and trace his tattoos with my fingertips, Marco kisses the top of my head before breaking the comfortable silence in the room.
“To answer your question, we need to be at dinner by 6 p.m., so by my calculation you have almost ninety minutes to get ready.”
I groan softly, not because I don’t want to go to dinner, but because I don’t want this perfect moment to end.
“Okay. Okay. It’s time for you to have your meds now, so let me get them before I hop into the shower.”
I throw on Marco’s t-shirt before I go into the kitchen to grab his meds and some water. When I walk into the room, I notice he’s not in the bed anymore. I quickly scan the room until my eyes land on where he’s down on one knee below the photos lining the floating shelves.
I stop in my tracks, a glass of water in one hand, his med box in the other. “Marco, what’s going on?” I whisper.
“Put those down and come closer and I’ll tell you.”
I do as he says, my heart pounding out of my chest as I walk towards him, coming to a stop directly in front of him.
Looking up at me, he starts on a shaky exhale.
“Sophia, even before I understood what love was, I had an overwhelming sense I needed to protect and care for you like you were the most precious thing in this world. Every time you were nearby, my heart would beat a little faster, and nothing and no one else mattered. My greatest joy comes from seeing you happy, and even better if it’s because I put the smile there.
I want you to be the person I see first thing in the morning and the last person I see before I close my eyes.
I want forever with you, Sophia Rose Princi, in the good times and the bad.
I want our happily ever after to be the next photo to fill this empty frame.
Will you do me the greatest honor of my life and be my wife?
Marry me?” he says as he pulls out a box from behind his back, opening the lid to reveal the most exquisite oval cut diamond, set in a platinum band paved with brilliant cut diamonds.
I gasp as I drop to my knees in front of him, tears streaming down my face.
“A million times yes, Marco-Boy. In this lifetime and the next, I would love nothing more than to be your wife.”
Taking the ring from the box, unshed tears lining his eyes, he slips it on my finger before kissing me sweetly and reverently, pulling away so just our noses are touching and he’s looking directly into my eyes.
“To be clear, you were always mine. This just makes it official.”