New Light || Chris Taylor

Twenty Three

Nora's POV- August 2019

Today had been an incredibly long day, and Chris had somehow found a way to make it memorable. He had proposed, and I got to admit that I did not see it coming. When I got home, I found a carpet of red roses leading me to the kitchen. I set my purse on the couch before making my way to the kitchen to find Chris almost done with making dinner. He made spaghetti and meatballs, a food I had been craving. I let him know about the inconvenience that occurred at work, and he handled it better than I had assumed he would. After a couple of months of finding a blue velvet box in our drawer, it was finally on my finger.

"You have the day off tomorrow, right?"

I nodded as Chris began peppering my jaw with kisses.

"Let's do something, it's been a while since we've gone out"

That true, but I had a better suggestion.

"Let's get married tomorrow," I told him.

He stopped kissing my face and leaned back to look at my face.

"You don't want a big fancy wedding?"

Not really, but I knew our family did.

"We can do that later" I noted.

He chuckled.

"I even have a dress," I said.

His eyebrows furrowed.

"I was technically supposed to wear it to last years diamond gala but white was not a color I felt comfortable wearing while on my period" I stated.

He slowly nodded.

"I technically don't have my period to worry about" I mentioned.

He chuckled before asking,

"Are you sure?"

"About wanting to marry you tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yeah"

"Of course" I answered.

I reached over and gently scratched his cheek.

"You're it for me" I admitted.

A big smile just formed on his face.

"Do you not want to marry me?" I wondered.

He laughed.

"Of course I want to marry you"

"Then let's just do it, and have a big celebration later," I said.

"Where would that be?"

"Most likely Virginia Beach" I replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you have a much bigger family and some of them can't travel too far" I answered.

He smiled.

"Are we actually going to let your parents pay for the reception?"

"You try saying no to my dad," I told him.

He hummed.

"So they're paying for our reception"

I laughed.

"Are you sure?"

"Do you not want to marry me?" I joked.

His eyes softened.

"Of course I do, but I don't want you to feel rushed"

We looked away as there was a light knock on the door.