Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Still laughing and happy.
And okay, fine. I’m happy too.
Even though he just brought up the most embarrassing day of my life. The day that I thought I’d never be able to think about without breaking down and crying and being sad.
But then, he’s magic, isn’t he?
He can turn night into day. He does impossible things.
Including blocking out everything around me. Which is why I only now hear all the claps and hoots and cheering around us, making me realize that the whole world, or at least our world, witnessed his proposal.
So yeah, I’m happy and I’m laughing because I’m in his arms.
My Reign. My Bandit.
My soon-to-be husband.
Who: The Bandit
Where: Reign’s college dorm room in New York
When: 3:03AM; the day Echo says yes to Reign’s proposal
She said yes.
She fucking said yes.
I wasn’t sure if she would though. I wasn’t sure if it was too soon. But I had hope.
These days, I’m hoping.
Thanks to her.
Although I do have to say that I wish I could’ve done it better. The proposal I mean.
I didn’t lie when I told her that I’d been carrying this ring around for months now. That I’d been trying to find a perfect moment, orchestrate a perfect moment, something worthy of her and what I feel for her, but I hadn’t been able to find one. But today I definitively said no to the LA Galaxy and then she was going on and on about how she’d move for me, and I had to do it.
As disappointing and lacking it was, she says it was perfect though.
That she couldn’t have imagined a better moment than the one I’d randomly picked. She says she’ll always love winter now – a season she isn’t a fan of – because winter is when I gave her my ring.
But I believe her.
That’s the other thing I’m doing these days: believing.
Not to mention, my girl is very easy please. Everything that I do is somehow perfect for her. I can’t fathom it but yeah. That doesn’t mean though that I get to slack off. That I shouldn’t try to do more, give her more, be more for her.
My Bubblegum deserves the world and I’m going to give it to her. As I promised.
Which means starting tomorrow, I need to start planning the wedding.
Her perfect wedding.
I know wedding planning can be girly and embarrassing and whatever the fuck. But I’ll do anything for her. I’ll pick out the flowers, the wedding band, the cake, the wedding fucking china, if it makes her happy.
For now however, I need to go.
She’s sleeping – naked; like I’d ever let her wear clothes in my bed especially when we have the room to ourselves – and if I don’t cuddle with her during these winter months, she starts to get cold and restless. And she has an early study session in the morning, meaning she needs her sleep.
But yeah, tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I begin planning the perfect fucking wedding with the girl I fell in love with when I was fifteen. The girl who makes my world spin. Who lights it up with her smile, with her pink dresses, her stories and drama.
And her love.
My Bubblegum.
THE END
(For Reign and Echo)