It's Cold and I Don't Want To Be Here
Give Me Your Heart and Your Hand
Mike's p.o.v.~
"Michelle, you have been in my life for almost eight years now, and they have been the most challenging and beat eight years of my life. The very first day I layed my eyes on you I thought 'I had to have her', now I may not have shown you the proper way but eventually I got. And I got the most perfect, smart, beautiful, girl in the world. I know I put you through hell for awhile and by some miracle you're still here by my side. I love you so much Michelle, more than anything. Will you marry me?"
Once I finished I glanced to the ring and then to Michelle's face, I saw her eyes fill with tears as she searched for the right words.
"Mike-I-uh-I" she struggled with her words, and my face fell.
Shit, she's going to say no.
"YES!" She squealed, the restaurant filled with hoots, hollers, and clapping.
I slid the ring onto her ring finger, and kissed above it. She flung her arms around my neck, and hugged me tightly. "I love you Mikey," she said into my neck.
"I love you too baby, so much," I said, the commotion had died down, and now the surrounding tables watched us with big smiles on their faces.
"Excuse me?" I heard and elderly voice ask.
"Yes? May I help you?" I asked, turning to see an elderly man.
He smiled gingerly at us, "first of all congratulations on your engagement. How old are you?"
"I'm 28 and my lovely fiance over here is 26," I smiled and grabbed onto Michelle's hand under the table.
"I remember when I was that young, I was already married of course, to the love of my life. I'm John, by the way. And you are?" He asked extending his hand out to me.
"Im Mike," I said giving him a firm handshake.
"Michelle," she said smiling up at him. "Is your wife here with you?"
"Oh, no. I wish she was, I haven't seen her in almost five years. Cherish what you have in your marriage, you never know when something could take a wrong turn," he kicked at the ground, "Well I'll let you lovely folks get back to your dinner, have a happy marriage," and with that he slowly walked off to the exit, cane in hand.
"Well that was interesting," Michelle said from beside me.
We had just gotten home a little over an hour ago, now we were laying in bed, Michelle cuddled into the side of me tracing the tattoos on my bare chest.
"So when do you want to get married?" I asked, rubbing her back.
"Either the fall or spring, which do you prefer?"
"I think fall, it's so much prettier," I said.
She stayed quiet beside me for a few minutes, deep in thought I guess. She cleared her throat and looked up at me, "when do we start with the baby making?" She asked.
"Whenever you would like, we can start right now," I laughed.
"Thats quite tempting Micheal, what about tomorrow?" She giggled and looked up at me.
"Alright, tomorrow it is. Papa WhiskeyHands, that's got a nice ring to it. I like it," I said looking up at the ceiling.
"Exactly how high are you?" She asked, smiling.
"Not one bit, surprising right? It's a miracle on how just one girl can change a man from all of his bad habits," I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"I didn't do anything Mike you did this all on your own," she said quietly.
But that wasn't true, she's brought me out of my drug and alcohol habits. She's made me think clearly. I see a whole new world when she's around and I wouldn't have it anyother way. I wouldn't change it for the world. She was soon to be mine, Mrs. Michelle Elizabeth Fuentes. It sounded perfect.
And we would have kids running around the house, at some point. Helping them with their homework, protecting them from the world and all the bad things in it. Fighting off bullies, we'd be one big happy family. Something I've always dreamed of.
"Michelle, you have been in my life for almost eight years now, and they have been the most challenging and beat eight years of my life. The very first day I layed my eyes on you I thought 'I had to have her', now I may not have shown you the proper way but eventually I got. And I got the most perfect, smart, beautiful, girl in the world. I know I put you through hell for awhile and by some miracle you're still here by my side. I love you so much Michelle, more than anything. Will you marry me?"
Once I finished I glanced to the ring and then to Michelle's face, I saw her eyes fill with tears as she searched for the right words.
"Mike-I-uh-I" she struggled with her words, and my face fell.
Shit, she's going to say no.
"YES!" She squealed, the restaurant filled with hoots, hollers, and clapping.
I slid the ring onto her ring finger, and kissed above it. She flung her arms around my neck, and hugged me tightly. "I love you Mikey," she said into my neck.
"I love you too baby, so much," I said, the commotion had died down, and now the surrounding tables watched us with big smiles on their faces.
"Excuse me?" I heard and elderly voice ask.
"Yes? May I help you?" I asked, turning to see an elderly man.
He smiled gingerly at us, "first of all congratulations on your engagement. How old are you?"
"I'm 28 and my lovely fiance over here is 26," I smiled and grabbed onto Michelle's hand under the table.
"I remember when I was that young, I was already married of course, to the love of my life. I'm John, by the way. And you are?" He asked extending his hand out to me.
"Im Mike," I said giving him a firm handshake.
"Michelle," she said smiling up at him. "Is your wife here with you?"
"Oh, no. I wish she was, I haven't seen her in almost five years. Cherish what you have in your marriage, you never know when something could take a wrong turn," he kicked at the ground, "Well I'll let you lovely folks get back to your dinner, have a happy marriage," and with that he slowly walked off to the exit, cane in hand.
"Well that was interesting," Michelle said from beside me.
We had just gotten home a little over an hour ago, now we were laying in bed, Michelle cuddled into the side of me tracing the tattoos on my bare chest.
"So when do you want to get married?" I asked, rubbing her back.
"Either the fall or spring, which do you prefer?"
"I think fall, it's so much prettier," I said.
She stayed quiet beside me for a few minutes, deep in thought I guess. She cleared her throat and looked up at me, "when do we start with the baby making?" She asked.
"Whenever you would like, we can start right now," I laughed.
"Thats quite tempting Micheal, what about tomorrow?" She giggled and looked up at me.
"Alright, tomorrow it is. Papa WhiskeyHands, that's got a nice ring to it. I like it," I said looking up at the ceiling.
"Exactly how high are you?" She asked, smiling.
"Not one bit, surprising right? It's a miracle on how just one girl can change a man from all of his bad habits," I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"I didn't do anything Mike you did this all on your own," she said quietly.
But that wasn't true, she's brought me out of my drug and alcohol habits. She's made me think clearly. I see a whole new world when she's around and I wouldn't have it anyother way. I wouldn't change it for the world. She was soon to be mine, Mrs. Michelle Elizabeth Fuentes. It sounded perfect.
And we would have kids running around the house, at some point. Helping them with their homework, protecting them from the world and all the bad things in it. Fighting off bullies, we'd be one big happy family. Something I've always dreamed of.
Notes
My brother left for the army this morning and I can't fucking sleep because it seems to quiet without him here. It's so uncomfortable. Ugh.Theres probably not that many chapters left, or maybe this is the last chapter before I start the sequel. I'm not sure what I want to do yet. What do you guys think?
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12/22/13