Chapter 98 - A Simple Moment

As they pulled away from each other, bombarded by the onslaught of passing cars, Dane lovingly cradled her face with both hands and tapped his forehead against hers. Both caught each other's gazes and laughed. The pouring rain kept soaking their bodies as one. Their clothes were sticking to their skin and even, to one another.

"You're drenched," she commented, looking between to their damp bodies. "We're drenched."

"Who's fault do you think that is?" he said with a slight endearing smile.

"You started it," she pointed out with a laugh.

"Hah, I'll let you think you've won lynx. You'll get sick. Let's go in."

Her beast of a husband was too funny, almost like a mother hen. She wasn't the only one that would get sick. He would get sick too. She shook her head and sighed at his hopelessness. Prisana wondered if he ever thought about his own well-being. Perhaps, that was the void she filled, to worry for him when no one else would. Even himself.

Nevertheless, she climbed into the car per his worries and watched as his large frame circled around the car to climb into the driver's seat.

Prisana almost gasped when Dane leaned over to grab the seat belt from her. She froze in place. Their faces were hovering inches apart, both holding each captive with Dane having the upper hand.

Why had she never noticed that up close, his eyes reflected her with utmost care? It was both unsettling yet romantic knowing she was all he saw in the moment. Dane broke the spell and simply clicked her seatbelt into place, making the move to drive.

"There, all good to go," he all but cooed.

"...T-Thank you."

She quietly peeked at him from the side, always like a child trying not to get caught even though he was already hers.

Dane looked as regally handsome as ever, raven black hair neatly tousled over to one side. His large muscular arm flexed to grab hold onto the steering wheel. Although his rugged chiseled jawline was drawn into a serious fixed curve, she admired how imperfectly perfect his features painted him.

He was painted rugged without the softness one would typically fawn over in a man but to her, these features meant irresistible through all his hard straight features far from society's standards of handsome. Handsome was truly her beloved Dane known only to herself.

She idly looked down even further to try and admire the rest of him but his chuckle caught her off guard.

"Dearest, do you like what you see?" he asked, a knowing smile crossed his lips.

"Very," she flusteredly answered, turning away because she was embarrassed at having gotten caught.

When they reached the stop light, Dane turned over to reach for her hand. He intertwined their wet fingers together. Again, her heart would stop any moment now. It was thumping to his expertfully sweet torture. They were holding hands as he used one hand to continue gripping onto the steering wheel.

It was so simple, yet filled her insides with satisfaction like she didn't need much else to make her world go round. Things felt right with the universe.

He deftly brought both their hands to his lips and kissed over her knuckles, "...Simple moments like these, I think I can die happily."

Prisana happily sighed as she gazed at the side of his frame, noting he continued to properly look forward.

"Me too but...Don't you dare think about dying, not before me."

"I'm not even allowed to choose my moment of death?" he jokingly answered but then his voice turned gravely serious. "If you were to ever leave this world, I'm sure I'd follow you even in death. Living without you would be death every waking moment. Truly, I don't know how I was living until I met you. Until you, I was all alone. Until you, I forgot how to feel. Until you, the world never seemed so...beautiful."

Prisana desperately wanted to kiss him but had to withhold the urges as they were in the car. At this rate, one of them would land them into an accident from each professing their undying love to one another.

She lightly clawed her nails into his flesh as he flinched. "...You can't. One of us will have to watch over our children."

Her beast of a husband dangerously looked over. They both knew he shouldn't but he did anyway. He nearly bulged his eyes out and blinked at her for moments on end. What soon crossed his features were that of happiness she'd never thought she would see light up his features so beautifully.

"Prisana!..." he shouted then shyly turned down to clear his throat. "Prisana, I vow that in the end...In the end, I will conquer all with you. We can buy a house on the beach, in the woods, or wherever the hell you want to go then I will surely follow as well. We'll have lots of kids and live through to see our grandkids…"

Prisana couldn't believe the sweet words he was vowing from his mouth. Up until recently, she'd never imagined the most beautiful vows uttered from his lips about her. These were the vows she most wanted to hear. She wanted a real and true family different from the one built with the senator. Prisana wanted a place to belong and to this beast, she believed she finally found it. Her whole life, she felt incomplete.

Complete was now in her fingertips.

Beautiful tears spilled from her eyes like calm ocean waves finally stirring her heart with serenity. She covered her eyes and heard the beast struggle with himself as the light turned green. Someone from behind honked at them. Dane pulled over, off to the side of the road. He unseatbelted himself and gathered her once again into his arms, for the thousandth time that still drove her whole being wild with endless yearning for more.

He whispered low and into her ears as she continued crying tears of joy.

"Prisana my love, we'll grow old and beautiful together. I vow it."

How sweet. It was truly a different time as her husband and beast was finally looking forward to the future to the two of them together.

Dane began to kiss her tears as she even laughed through them. "Sorry. I don't know why I'm crying. It seems Dane, I'm weak to your words."

"It's adorable. In bed, out of bed. I love your crying face."

She chuckled at his words. "That sounds kind of masochistic, doesn't it?"

"Maybe I have a masochistic streak in me...Hah, kidding. When I know you're crying out of happiness, I think I might break too. I'm truly happy. God...I'm so happy that I'm almost scared that in the blink of eye, something will go wrong."

Prisana smoothly rubbed a hand along his back. "Even if things go wrong, know that we can work things out together. Have patience. Be kind. Remember to love, and we'll surely conquer all."

To ruin the perfect moment they built vowing, Prisana's stomach had to go and growl. Her face turned beet red as Dane chuckled at her distress.

Dane pulled away from her and chucked the underside of her chin, "What does my lovely wife feel like eating?"

On a rainy and cold weather, something hot and warm soup sounded just delightful.

"Anything with warm broth. Will we be ordering takeout again?"

Dane put the car into drive and began speeding into the streets as she had to hold onto the sides of the car for balance.

"Why so fast?!"

"I don't want my wife to starve. What kind of husband would that make me?"

"I won't die, stupid husband of mine…"

"And to answer your question, no takeout."

He grinned and turned over to briefly look over at her. "Prisana, will you go on a date with me?"

"...Sorry, it occurred to me we never went on an actual date. Next time, I'll make sure we properly—"

"Dane, I would love to go on a date with you."