Martin's P.O.V.
I gave love a try a long time ago and it nearly ruined me.
I swore I'd never let anyone into my life again.
I was doing so perfectly fine until she came into my life, proving to me that whatever I called life before was a very pathetic, shitty version of what life looked like.
She was the reason why my hands were shaking like leaves as I watched the lock twist and the doorknob twist before the door opened, revealing her.
My angel in red.
As I gazed upon my Regina, the object of my deepest affection, I marvelled at the breathtaking sight before me.
Standing at a graceful 5'8", her curvaceous silhouette was a testament to the allure of natural beauty. The canvas of her fair, soft, and dewy skin beckoned to be touched, and I revelled in the knowledge that I was privileged to kiss it every single night.
Her face, a vision of perfection, captured my heart anew with each glance. There was an indescribable beauty in the way her features harmonized, creating a symphony of loveliness that I yearned to admire every waking moment. Cascading down her back were bright red, silky curls that framed her face like a halo, bouncing with an irresistible vitality.
Her eyes, two huge mesmerising emeralds, held an enchanting power. Each time our gaze met, my breath caught in my chest as I succumbed to the magnetic pull of those shining orbs. They held secrets and depths that I longed to explore, a captivating allure that never failed to leave me spellbound.
Today was our very first anniversary and she dressed to kill me.
The red silk dress she adorned accentuated every curve with a flawless embrace, showcasing the body I adored and worshipped with a devotion akin to reverence. The fabric moved with her, a dance of elegance that left an indelible mark on my senses. Her every step seemed choreographed to perfection, a sensual ballet that stirred a symphony of desire within me.
As she gracefully moved, the classic Louboutin heels adorned her feet, adding an extra layer of allure to her stature. The golden Cartier jewellery, a birthday gift from my heart to hers, adorned her with a subtle elegance that complemented her beauty rather than overshadowing it.
Regina, in that moment, embodied an enticing, breathtaking deity. Every inch of her being was a testament to a divine craftsmanship that left me in awe. She was not just a woman; she was the only one I desired above all else. In her presence, I found my devotion, my admiration, and an unwavering love that made her the only deity in the shrine of my heart.
Her bright green eyes looked around as she approached me until, at last, she looked at me, so fucking flawless and breathtaking that I couldn't breathe.
"Martie, where are we?"- Regina asked softly, her small hands shaking when I cradled them in mine and brought them up to my lips to kiss them.
"Our new home."- I barely whispered, overwhelmed by the vulnerability that stirred within me.
"Our new home."- she repeated my words, her breathing fluttering as I laid more kisses on her dainty hands and nodded subtly.
"A copy of everything you had on your Pinterest board: from the colour of the tile in the bathroom to the flower pots in every room."- I said like a love-sick teenage boy as I leaned my forehead on hers.
"A perfect home for us to start a new chapter of our lives."- I finally said the words that I had been summing the courage for all these days.
"Martie."- Regina whispered with tears in her eyes, but I kissed her softly, needing her to hear me out.
"I was so fucking scared of love, baby. I was scared of opening up to anyone and letting someone into my life. I was guarded and vigilant, sometimes too much."- I shared gently while caressing her hands with my thumbs - a habit that I developed throughout our relationship.
"But then you entered my life with all those colours of yours and made me fall so fucking hard for you that now I cannot breathe without you. You make vulnerability seem like the coolest thing in the world, you make it so easy to laugh and smile and you found your way into my heart within days of us knowing each other. Your gorgeous smile became all I craved and your embrace became the home I never knew I needed."- every word poured out of my heart that had been dying to say them aloud for months.
"Your eyes...Your bright green eyes are so fucking beautiful I cannot think straight. I see my home, my present and my future in them. I feel at peace every time you look at me. I feel safe and so damn worshipped whenever you hold me."- I shared every sentiment with ease, smiling when my princess clutched onto my hands and beamed at me sweetly.
I pressed my lips tenderly against her hands once more, feeling the softness beneath my touch. With a quickened heartbeat, I descended to one knee, the anticipation building within me like a crescendo of emotions. From the concealed pocket of my jacket, I carefully retrieved a small, crimson box, the gesture laden with significance and a promise that hung palpably in the air.
"I crave the entirety of you—every shade of your crazy, every hue of your vibrant personality. I yearn to be the singular recipient of your sweet smiles, the one eternally nestled in the chambers of your heart. I want to wake up each morning by your side and be the source of your utmost happiness. I aspire to spend every fleeting moment of my existence enveloped in your arms, basking in a love that is unequivocally mine, destined to endure throughout infinity."- my attempt to encapsulate these desires feels inadequate, for my longing for her was fucking boundless, and I knew that I could never have enough of the extraordinary woman that she was.
"Regina Clara Rirro, will you marry me?"- I asked gently as my heart hammered in my chest, threatening to burst out of it any second.
I was fucking certain she ould say yes.
I saw that beautiful yes her emerald eyes, but she held it back, making my soul crumble.
"I want to."- she whispered shakily while tears ran down her cheeks, and I closed my eyes, burning alive as I prepared myself for the blow.
"But you need to know something before I say yes."- Regina said vulnerably, lowering to her knees in front of me to cup my face in her hands and make me look at her.
Before betrayal and hurt could turn my heart into ashes, she said the world I had never expected to hear.
"I am pregnant."- her confession sunk into my soul, stealing my breath away as I gazed into her sincere eyes, seeing joy, worry and anticipation twinkle in her gaze.
"7 weeks."- she added another admission as her thumbs stroked my cheeks, keeping me anchored in right here and now.
Regina's P.O.V.
I could not say yes and bind him to a life I did not he wanted or not.
I could not put him in a position that gave him no choice.
He was my special person, I loved him too much to cause him pain.
Before I could say a word, his plump lips collided with mine and he scooped me into his arms, holding me tight. My arms, instinctively, looped around his neck, bringing him closer as our kiss deepened, overflowing with feelings neither of us could put into words.
"I want this baby. I want a family with you."- Martie whispered the words that made me beam and cry with joy.
"I want a family with you too. More than anything."- I spoke softly against his lips that melted into mine again, kissing me with reverence and adoration that cocooned me into indescribable delight.
With a radiant smile that mirrored the joy welling up inside me, I observed as Martie gently enveloped my hand in his own, a tangible symbol of our connection. The anticipation heightened as he delicately slid the most exquisite ring onto my finger, a moment suspended in time.
The ring itself was a masterpiece, a harmonious blend of stunning yellow topaz and gleaming gold, meticulously chosen with a depth of understanding that spoke volumes about Martie's thoughtfulness. It wasn't just a ring; it was a manifestation of the profound connection between us, a tangible representation of the attention he paid to the details that made our bond special.
The yellow topaz, with its resplendent hue, captured the essence of my favourite colour, a personal touch that showcased Martin's thoughtful awareness of my preferences. Paired with the warmth of gold, the combination was not merely aesthetically pleasing but also a testament to the richness and vibrancy of our shared moments.
As the ring adorned my finger, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the ring and the depth of sentiment behind it. It was more than a piece of jewellery; it was a reflection of our shared history, a promise of a future together, and a constant reminder of the happiness etched into that moment – the moment when he, with the happiest smile, bestowed upon me a ring that encapsulated our unique connection.
My lips tenderly met his forehead, a gentle gesture of affection, while his large hand cradled against my belly, creating a reassuring warmth. A blissful, vulnerable smile graced his handsome face, an expression that mirrored the overwhelming happiness within.
"I am going to be a father."- he whispered, his voice tinged with both disbelief and unrestrained excitement.
His fingertips traced delicate patterns on my belly, sending ripples of anticipation through my core, and my heart responded with joyous flutters.
"The best father in the world."- my words are a heartfelt declaration of confidence in the love and care he would undoubtedly shower upon our growing family.
Overcome with emotions, I sealed my sentiment with three affectionate kisses on his lips, each one a testament to the profound connection we shared and the profound joy that now blossomed within us.
Martin's P.O.V.
Euphoria surged through my veins, an intoxicating high of pure happiness that I never thought possible.
The realisation hit me like a wave – I was about to embark on the journey of fatherhood and marriage, an extraordinary gift that surpassed all my dreams.
Nestled between her legs on our new bed, I delicately placed my hands on her tiny, burgeoning belly, a canvas of dreams I couldn't wait to witness unfold. A million kisses rained upon that precious bump as my fingertips traced gentle patterns, each touch a testament to the growing excitement that filled the room.
"My tiny human."- with adoration in my every gesture, I whispered to the life blossoming within the love of my life.
A soft smile adorned my face, radiant with the sheer joy of this impending chapter. Regina, with her hands as soft as the promise of a new beginning, cupped my face and drew me closer. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, a celebration of the love that had created this beautiful life between us.
As she hugged me tightly, I felt the warmth of her embrace, a reassurance that echoed the shared joy in our hearts. Her nuzzling into my embrace was a tender confirmation of the profound connection that awaited us in the journey ahead.
In that moment, surrounded by the promise of a family, the ecstasy of becoming a father and a husband flooded my senses, and I couldn't help but beam with overwhelming gratitude for the immeasurable happiness life had bestowed upon us.
"I want a little girl."- my beloved declared, a playful smile gracing her lips, and her laughter danced through the air as I instinctively paled, my hand cradling her belly protectively as if shielding the potential new life within.
"Not yet. Perhaps in the future."- I murmured, a smirk playing on my lips when her eyes sparkled with excitement, captivated by the undeniable promise lingering in my words.
"We'll have more children, as many as your heart desires, baby."- I proclaimed with a profound assurance and a beam of joy radiated from me as she leapt into my arms, playfully tackling me onto my back, seeking the warmth of our embrace.
"I dream of 8 children, Martie—4 boys and 4 girls, but I'm not too particular."- Regina chirped with unbridled joy, peppering my face with affectionate kisses.
Her enthusiasm evoked a wide grin from me.
"Consider it done, mama."- I whispered affectionately, sealing my commitment with a tender kiss. I gently laid her on her back, her welcoming smile inviting me into her arms.
In that moment, cradling the woman I loved, I realised I had the entire world in my embrace. I needed nothing more; I wanted nothing more than the completeness found in her love.