More Than Friends

Pragma

Thank god we finally got here or I would lose my shit and throw her to the back seat and any damages I could cause her be damned.

The moment I turn off the car her eyes widen and she jumps out the car as quickly as possible . I smile to myself and follow her. Coming from behind I wrap my arms around her and bring her back to my chest.

"Cape code canal." She says with a smile on her face.

"I brought a basket. I thought we could have a picnic and wait to see the sunset." I say kissing her shoulder.

Her arms come up to mine and she squeezes as her head falls back on my shoulder to look up at me. " I would really love that."

She looks so happy I could drop down on one knee and ask her to marry me right now.

Not yet.

I settled for kissing her soft lips and going to get the blanket and the basket with food my mom helped me prepare.

This place is so pecial for me. I can still remember that first day a brought bell here. She was so happy from our trip and the fact that she could be with her brother.

I loved the look on her face when she saw this place for the first time. I just wanted to share everything with her, I wanted her to be part of my world and for her to let me be part of hers.
I knew I wanted Bell, I knew there was nothing I wouldn't do for her. The moment she told me she loved me for the first time, I knew I wanted to marry her.

When those three words left her lips, I knew.

I knew she was the only woman for me. The one I wanted a family with, to wake up everyday to her in my arms.

She is everything

I want to make her mine forever. In the place where I realized I wanted to spend the reast of my life with her.

"Are you alright?" Asked Bell.

After the picnic we satrted to walk around until Bell found a little garden with little lights all above it and a fountain in the midle of the garden maze.

The sun started to set and I was getting even more nervous as the minutes went by.

My heart's jackhammering.

"Chris?"

I take Bell into my arms and kiss her forehead. I just need to feel her for a moment.

"Are you okay?" She asks, hugging me tighter.

"I am, baby. I just..." I pull away, take her face in my hands and look down at the beautiful woman in front of me. "We've been through so much in the past few weeks and I just—"

"I know." Bell interrupts me. "But we're together, Chris. Nothing will get in the way anymore." She brings my face closer so she can rest her forehead against mine.

I take a big breath. "I know, baby. And I'm still going to apologize for everything that happened." I look into her eyes as she shakes her head.

"You don't have to and you know it. You were protecting me and my mom. I could never hold that against you."

"I do. That day you left crying, I couldn't handle the pain. I wanted so badly to go after you and tell you that I lied. Tell you I loved you so fucking much I burn the world to the ground if I lost you. I hated that I couldn't.

"You are everything to me, Bell. I love how every time I come home I hear your music in the studio and I know there will be a new painting hanging somewhere in the house. I love that you take pictures of every single thing you find beautiful or worthy of the memory." Her eyes fill with tears and a big smile apearse on her face.

"I love how you manage to get Scott and I to eat healthy," she laughs. "How you manage to bring so much light into my life." I brush away some tears that slipped down her cheeks and I kiss the tip of her nose.

"You are my happy place, Bell." I kiss her cheek. "You are my light in the dark." I kiss her other cheek. "You are the only woman that could ever bring me to my knees." I kiss her forehead. "I'm yours, Bell. Forever." I bring my forehead to hers "I fucking love you, baby. I hope you love me the same way because I want you to be mine forever."

I bring the opened ring box between us. My heart is beating so fast it's like it wants to get out of my chest. Her eyes fall to the ring, it looks like she's not breathing anymore.

She looks up at me and I slowly get down on one knee. Tears come rushing to her eyes and down her cheeks.

"Isabell Rose Roberts. Will you marry me?"

The sentence is barely out of my mouth when she launches herself into my arms, nearly making us fall on my back and kneeing me in the groin. We laugh as I hug her tighter to my chest.

"Is that a yes?"

She pulls away. "Yes!" She kisses me deep and hard, not letting me go. That amazing, three letter word stays on repeat in my head.

Yes

Bell's mine to marry, mine to love, mine to protect. There's nothing anyone could do to keep me away from the love of my life.

I waited my whole life for her and I wasn't going to let anyone take her away from me again.

She is everything.

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In ancient Greek there were 7 types of love.

Eros, Philia, Ludus, Agape, Pragma, Philautia and Storge.

This chapter is named after one of those love's.

Pragma love is built on commitment, understanding and long-term interest. A couple grows to honor, respect and cherish each other, accepting differences.