(The Day of Christmas)
December the merry season.
Days of being grateful for the love you have.
Days of celebrating wins and illuminating the world in eternal bliss.
The magic sparkles on the trees, secrets hover in the air for the delight Christmas day would bear.
And Neva was one of the heartcore Christmas lover. She waited for him to take part in each and every stages of the celebration. So Neva and Rhett had been shopping for decors right after he arrived. Neva already, along with Rhett even bought a Yule Tree to embellish their home.
The most awaited day of the world is here.
The day of honouring the birth of the Saviour. The night a little life blessed the mortals with His first breath. The night; a divine being began living alongside sinners in His human flesh.
The crack of dawn lay expose the children the most innocent euphoria.
Happy smiles and giggles delights the homes—on being presented such sweet life.
Neva's home, feels exceptionally warm today.
Smells of sweet chocolate and cookies drifting in the air. Her haven, effervescent in pretty fairy lights. A huge radiant christmas tree, standing tall in her drawing room.
She has been baking Rhett's favourite chocolate cake and cookies.
The previous night, after adorning their home with christmas aura, Neva managed to pursue Rhett to visit along her to the nearby church she made familiar with.
For the evening afterward, welcoming Emma and Zedd they plan on having a feast at her home.
Rhett had been arranging the place.
When, he suddenly appears, the tip of his tall nose hopping in through the kitchen door, before his feet finally sauters inside.
He inhales in deep, the delicious aroma, tingling his senses—he's slowly dallying towards his beloved.
"Angel," Rhett says, drawing closer. "Hmm?" Neva responds. And he secures his arms around her waist, her warmth radiating through his chest. I've got a present for you." He tightens his hold, almost merging their body as one.
Neva flips the pancake, so the other side cook well too. She angles her head, glancing at him glued to her like one of her body parts.
"Me too," she says, smiling away.
He smiles back at her and pecks her lips. Neva's attention is drawn back to the pancake. Burying himself in the crook of her neck, he nuzzles his face on her delicate skin.
"I'm not finished Rhett." She mutters, placing the pancake on the plate—and designing another batch.
"Angel, marry me," Rhett dives the surprising words straight into her heart.
Her heart skips a beat, her restless hands, still. Then she realizes...
"Hah?" His goofiness knew no bounds, she chuckles.
"Sure," she approves, nodding her head.
"I'm serious." He clarifies, his hand reaching to turn off the stove.
Grabbing her shoulders he turns her to face him. Neva frowns, her confused features plummeting his heart in anxiousness.
"I cannot go a moment without you, without living in your thoughts. This feeling is burning Neva," He confesses, tucking strands of her hair behind the ear—falling free from the messy bun.
She trails with her gaze his hand that puts her hand on his chest, and she could feel it thrumming fast and hard.
"Feel my heart," he whispers. "This heart of yours could just escape from my ribs and fly to you."
Their gaze threaded, Rhett could feel the mirror of her softening features for him melting in his eyes. He leans in, meekly capturing her velvety lips in a deep kiss.
Parting their lips, peering into her eyes with a burning passion. She stares into his own, swimming deep into the abyss of his emotions. If he had a beating heart inside the ribs: the beats, the rhythm; it was alive because she was close, and she was his. All of his senses, his mind were consumed by her.
And he wonders how he's survived all this years, for now he knows the lifeless body will no longer hold on with her being a moment away from him.
"I cannot put into words the ways you have me feel Neva. I love you, more than love could be anymore, purer—wilder.
I want forever with you. Please, enlighten me, assure me you feel the same." He says, sucking in a wavering breath.
His eyes holds her cocoa orbs, surfaced in fuzzy and muddled emotions. His hands cupping her face trembles, he swallows, his heart thumping alarmingly fast.
He was, really proposing her for marriage—Never could she have expected him to ask to marry her in such a way, not so abrupt, not too soon.
Too stunned to echo his hopeful prayers—gripping his heart in her palms, as he holds his breath, fearing if she'd crumble or embrace it.
"I love you too," she whispers, still in a daze.
Neva's taken aback as in a flinch Rhett attaches their forehead. He inhales sharply, and Neva slits her lids, peeking at his veiled eyes—his euphoric smile.
Shivers arises in his skin; she had said she loves him; for the very first time.
"Wait here," he says, achingly peeling away from her. Scurrying towards the bedroom, and appears back to a flustered Neva in a span of seconds.
He kneels down before her, a gasp escaping out her lips. I'm his hands he holds a red velvet box, opening it inside unveils: a diamond ring, a larger stone in the middle, and tinier stones circling around, shaping a beautiful flower.
"Marry me Neva?" He proposes, a beautiful smile in his lips, hopes starry in his eyes. He has his heart throbbing hard; awaiting a yes.
Neva bites her bottom lips, she's still so unfamiliar with all this newborn feelings he ignites into her. But oh, did he feel home.
She has the similiar functioning of the heart as his, for a different reason. She swallows tightly, this moment is a whirlwind, too many baffling scenes, then again, when have the beats with him be everything but familiar and not burning and mysterious?
But marriage, she wasn't very sure to bond herself for a lifetime with him, one day, just not yet. She starts shuddering faintly in anxiety, her head shaking a refusal at him.
His heart shatters, her eyes declares; she doesn't want him like he does.
"Rhett I'm eighteen." She whispers out, scared she might hurt him more had she raised her voice even a little higher.
"We've known each other for two months, barely."
She kneels down, placing her hands flat on either of her thighs, she tilts her head lightly to the side—conceiving his disheartening look.
"Isn't it enough?" His voice breaks, his head sunk down, eyes away from her concerned ones, numb from the broken heart. His orbs blurs, a lump forming in his throat. Neva has her own mellowed from his fragile form. She gently caresses his chin, her heart aching; she's the reason for those tears in his eyes.
And without, no more deceiving ponders, crumbling the walls she had built, she says, "I'll marry you when I turn nineteen."