(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 sparkled 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 Rhett 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 was 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 delighted the homes—on being presented such sweet life.
Neva's home, felt 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 had 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 cleaning, arranging the place, when he suddenly appeared, the tip of his tall nose hopping in through the kitchen door, before his feet finally sauntered inside.
He inhaled in deep, the delicious aroma, tingling his senses—he was slowly dallying towards his beloved.
"Angel," Rhett said, drawing closer.
"Hmm?" Neva returned. And he secured his arms around her waist, her warmth radiating through his chest. "I've got a present for you." He tightened his hold.
Neva flipped the pancake, so the other side cook well too. She angled her head to glance at him.
"Me too," she said, smiling away.
He smiled back at her and pecked her lips. Neva's attention was drawn back to the pancake.
Burying himself in the crook of her neck, he nuzzled his face in her delicate skin.
"I'm not finished Rhett." She muttered, placing the pancake on the plate—and designing another batch.
"Angel, marry me," Rhett said.
Neva's heart skipped a beat. She paused, the she chuckled.
"Hah?" His goofiness knew no bounds.
"Sure," she approved, nodding her head.
"I'm serious." He clarified, his hand reaching to turn off the stove.
Grabbing her shoulders he turned her to face him. Neva frowned, and Rhett felt his heart plummeting down his stomach.
"Will you be all mine and make me the happiest man alive?" He asked, tucking strands of her hair behind the ear, falling free from the messy bun. She trailed with her gaze as he put her hand over his chest. And she could feel it thrumming fast and hard.
"Feel this," he breathed.
"This heart is not mine anymore. Nothing of me is mine anymore."
Their gaze threaded, Rhett could feel the mirror of her softening features for him melting in his own. He leaned in, meekly capturing her velvety lips in a soft kiss.
Pulling away, he peered into her eyes longingly.
Pitifully...
"I love you Neva. So much.
So much that it hurts." Was it possible for someone to feel this much? And was he scared at this spiralling emotions fighting to burst out of him.
She was both a burning, and a calming balm to his soul.
And did he found, found himself while he drowned in those beautiful starry orbs, silently staring at him.
"I know I always rushed things with you. But I've never been in control of myself when it came to you." He chuckled softly.
"I know how beautifully you cherish a bond of marriage. And I can't wait for us to share the rest of our life appreciating, living with something more sacred, more secure with a purpose that a marriage is."
Neva didn't know what to say anymore. She wasn't even aware if she was on earth anymore. Mesmerized was a very small world to define.
Her heart was pounding. Her cheeks red and burning.
"I love you, more than this love could be anymore, purer... wilder...
I want forever with you. Please, enlighten me, assure me you feel the same." He said, sucking in another wavering breath.
His eyes held her cocoa orbs in an entranced state, her glittery surface fuzzy and muddled in emotions.
He brought his trembling hands down, the way his heart was thumping alarmingly fast, he thought he was gonna die for it was to leapt out of him and fly to her.
Never could Neva have expected him to ask to marry her in such a way. Not so abrupt... Not too soon.
Her eyes were starting to moist. Too stunned to echo his hopeful prayers—gripping his heart in her palms, as he held his breath, fearing if she'd crumble or nurture it.
"I'm scared. Say something Neva,"
"I love you." Neva replied, still in a daze.
Rhett instantly attached their foreheads.
He inhaled sharply through his nose. Neva slit her lids, peeking at his veiled eyes—his euphoric smile.
"You said it for the first time." He whispered.
Neva realizing blushed harder.
Shivers arised in his skin; she said she loved him.
"Wait here," he said, achingly peeling away from her.
He ran out the kitchen and appeared back to a flustered Neva in a span of seconds.
Which although painfully felt strangely hours of span for the both of them.
He walked towards her and smiled as she looked at him confusedly.
She gasped as he knelt down on one knee.
A square red velvet box in his grip, offered to her.
He opened the box, unveiling: a diamond ring, a larger stone in the middle, and tinier stones circling around, shaping a beautiful flower.
"Marry me Neva?"
Neva bit her bottom lip, she was still so unfamiliar with all this newborn feelings he ignited into her.
But he felt home.
Yet, she was not sure if she wanted to take things far this soon.
She was still figuring out her life.
And oh... Did the rueful look in her eyes made his heart drop and weaken his knees.
She swallowed.
This moment was a whirlwind.
Then again, when had the strumming of life with him be everything but not mysterious; baffling and burning...
But marriage? She really was not sure.
Her heart urged to embrace it.
While the mind betrayed, warning against it.
What was she fearing so again?
This short time that she knew him. She kind of realised he was the one.
That he would always stand by her in happiness, in bitterness. Always to hold her hand and walk through ups and downs of life.
Rhett looked down, his hands weakened and lowering.
Of course, she didn't want him like he did.
For, it was him.
It was him; who couldn't even think about a life which didn't include her anymore.
He wasn't sure if he wouldn't cry if she did turn him away.
He should have known how rash it was for him to buy the ring a week after they started dating.
But he did it so... Because he never had been so sure of any decision, of any dream that he wanted to seize it as it came.
"Rhett I'm eighteen." She whispered out, softly, carefully.
"We've known each other for two months, barely."
He didn't say anything and so she knelt down before him, smoothening her palms on either of her lap.
She tilted her head, heart breaking at his lowered gaze.
"Isn't it enough?" His voice trembled.
She gently caressed his chin, lifting to meet those teary eyes.
And was she pained, shattered for betraying his beautiful soul.
"I'll marry you when I turn nineteen."