Chapter 225 - Lets Get Married

Jack

My hands are shaking as I look at the painting in front of me. I can't even fathom that he would do something so beautiful. The room is dark but I can't see the colours on the canvas so clearly. 

I feel his hands on my back, slowly guiding me around, "You can touch it," he says "I know you want to."

I reach out and put my hand on the canvas. The paint is dry but still soft to touch and the texture feels amazing under my fingertips. I run my hand down the painting, my eyes following the path that my hand is taking. The painting is in front of me and I take it all in. The colours, the shapes, the details. 

It is the view from our bedroom window. The scene is dark, a storm is raging but the trees are lit up by the lightning. The sky is a combination of grey and blue, just like it is in real life. The painting captures the raindrops as they fall to earth. I am looking out the window, my features are soft, and my eyes are glassy. I am looking at the storm that is raging outside, looking at the sky, looking at the trees. I am looking at the beauty of nature and I am beautiful. 

The details on my face, the colours of my eyes, the shape of my lips, the curve of my nose, the shimmer of my hair, the glow from the light outside. The details are breathtaking.

I turn to look at Trick and I can see that he is anxious, I put my hand on his cheek and he places his hand on mine. "I love it," I say.

"Do you really?" he asks. 

"I have never seen anything like it," I say, smiling at him.

"I'm glad," he says, kissing me on the forehead. 

"You are amazing," I say, looking at him.

"You make me amazing," he says, kissing me on the lips.

I turn back to the painting, "How come the painting was blank before you turned off the lights?'' I ask him even though I have a slight idea. 

He laughs, "That was my little trick." 

"It's beautiful,'' I exclaim honestly because I am never going to get tired of looking at it.

"You are beautiful," he says, kissing me on the forehead.

I turn to face him, putting my hands on his arms. "I love you,'' I tell him as he pulls me closer to him "I love you too," he says, his voice is soft.

The painting is amazing "Can we keep this in our room?'' I ask him even though I already know that is what I am going to do. "Of course," he says, "I want you to be able to see it all the time. I want you to see how beautiful you are, I want you to see that you will always be my muse." 

He used glow in the dark paint to make the canvas appear to be blank before turning the lights off, which just means, I will only be able to see the painting in the night when the lights are out. At night is when I think about the things that are not going right in my life. At night is when the demons come out and remind me of how wrong everything is. At night is when I feel the most alone and I want to see the painting I want to see me. I want to remember that I am loved. 

"Can we get married?'' I ask him all of a sudden. Maybe it is all the emotions running through me right now but I just want to be with him. "As soon as you want to," he says.

"How about right now?'' I ask him even though I am a little nervous and overconfident. "Are you serious?'' he asks, surprised by my question.

"I love you and I don't want to wait any longer. I want to be your husband right now.'' 

I see the doubt and confusion in his face. I know he wanted to do this right with me. He talked about a grand wedding and with all the things that happened between us, I didn't even think about planning a wedding or even having one. There was a time when I thought our relationship was over. I thought we were not going to have a future together, but it was all because of a misunderstanding. It was all because of me.

"I love you so much," I tell him, "I want to be with you forever."

"So do I," he says.

"Then let's get married right now.'' 

He is watching me with uncertainty. Trick has always been the rational one. I have always been the spontaneous one. He is the one who thinks things through and I am the one who jumps in without looking.

"I want to be your husband now," I tell him, "Let's elope."

He opens his eyes wide, shocked and maybe a little excited. I know Trick just as much as he knows me and this is what he needs right now. He needs me to be spontaneous, he needs me to be crazy, he needs me to be me.

"Do you really want to do this?'' he asks, his eyes are wide.

"I do," I tell him, "I want to be yours."

I see him relax, "Okay, let's do this then," he says, smiling.

"We're doing this," I say, "Let's go."

He grabs my hand in his and leads me out of the studio and then down the stairs to the car "Are we really doing this?'' he asks me again.

"We are," I tell him.

He opens the door for me and I get in. My heart is racing because this is the most excited I have felt in a long time and this is everything I want and more. 

I can't wait to be married to him. 

I can't wait to say I do.