(A Day Before 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 has been shopping for the whole day. The previous day, Neva already, along with Rhett bought a Yule Tree to embellish their home.
She has been securing fairy lights and miscellaneous ornaments for the past couple of hours.
"Angel we've gathered plenty already, come on, let's go." Rhett appeals, hoping to get some rest. She's a lot more energetic today than always, he wonders how the tiny frame could fit all the spirits.
Neva grabs another packet of tiny crystal reindeer ornaments, then she glances at him and scrunches her brows.
"You've repeated those same words for the past hours."
Neva then ignoring his protests scurries towards the left corner of the humongous store. While Rhett trails along with the shopping cart overflowing with Neva's decors. "Rhett I'm going insane they are all so adorable." She squeals, cradling many packs of beautiful glittery ornaments and admiring them.
"I can't choose help me." Neva's eyes glints in astonishment, the charming pieces almost blinding Rhett's eyes. He reveals a small smile, she would thrive in excitement and bliss at such little, mundane things.
Nearing her, suddenly it hits him hard, she didn't seem this happy when they finally met again after such long seperation because of a stupid mission. His chest flares in jealousy as she grabs everything from the isle, gazing at them with such love. "We almost got every single thing already Angel. They seem similar anyway." Rhett shrugs when she turns around abruptly, glaring at him like an angry bird.
He smiles, she's so cute, he could just melt away.
Her brows knots at his foolish grin. "They are not! We need more!" She exclaims, resuming strolling through, picking and throwing in the cart, every decors she puts her hands on.
"I can't take it anymore!" Rhett whines, sensing his legs jelly.
A while later, Neva sympathizing Rhett finally ends her measureless purchase. Neva overcrossed her budget. Nevertheless her late parents left her with brimming golds.
Though Neva refuses, Rhett being a gentleman payed for it all, resulting her to relent.
To close her cycle of purchase, Neva offers to get him a mini Yule Tree. Rhett basically settled in her flat disapproves. Nonetheless, Neva forcefully gifts him one asserting his home would feel deserted.
"You are my home Angel." Rhett affirms.
Neva adjusting her grip on her diverse shopping bags, peers at him, his own hands left with no space to hold more bags.
"It's different!" Her features burns scarlet. He chuckles kissing her cheek.
"I can't bear to wait for tomorrow." Neva giggles. "Me too." He smiles.
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(Christmas Day)
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.
"When I had been away from you, I missed you—so much that it burned me," 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.
"My heart could've just escaped from the ribs and fly to you," He whispers the elapse of the words.
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.
He had been professional all his life while he job, but only he beholds, how brave he was to vacant his senses, and let his everything, yearning for Neva, drown for a while.
He parts 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 ring 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.
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 it 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 through his nose, 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."