Baron

This went on the whole night with him asking me questions. He asked me my favorite food. That was easy...Mac and cheese. Though my favorite Canadian dish is Poutine. So freaking delicious. Things got a bit serious when he asked me if I wanted kids. I contemplated whether to change the subject, but that is the point of this right? To talk about this stuff. So, I answered honestly and told him yes. He smiled at me, took my hands, pulled me into his arms, then told me he did too. We found different ways and times to openly communicate. With every question and every answer, I fell more and more in love with him.

Now, I am standing in the beautiful lobby watching Baron, his brothers, and a couple of movers walk in with boxes. “Are you ok, Frannie?” I turn and look at Esther who is staring at me and smiling with her hands on her hips.

“I’m sorry. I just… I can’t believe this. Can you believe this?” I spread my arms motioning to everything around me.

“I knew the moment you told me about him, that you two were going to be married. I mean, looking at you both. Together, you two look like a sometimes inappropriate, but always real, window of love.” I feel a blush starting to run through my cheeks. It’s true. No matter where we are or who we are with, Baron and I always seem to find a way to make out and get a bit...heated.

“Thank you, Esther. I mean it. You were the first person here in the U.S. to make me feel like a part of it. You found me in school and never let go. Your friendship and the love and support of your family got me through plenty of rough times. After I lost my parents at such a young age, I felt as if I would never know the love of a family again. I love you, Esther. You are the best friend/sister anyone could have.” Our arms wrap around one another as we cry like big babies.

“Damn you for making me mess up my makeup.” The two of us are laughing as we wipe our face.

“I’m sorry. I feel like I haven't said it enough and I needed you to know.” This is another reason I took my time moving out. Esther. I didn’t want to leave my best friend and sister.

“Frannie, you know I am going to miss you too. But who knows? Things are starting to look up.” Hmmm. Something about the way she said ‘no worries’ has my mind racing. What is she up to now?

“Alright. Well, I guess we better go upstairs. Baron’s mom should be here soon, and I want to at least get the living room cleared out, so we can all eat and enjoy my first night in my new place.”

“Sounds like a great idea.” She answers without looking at me. Something fishy is definitely going on and I am going to get it out of…

“Oh my gosh,” falls from my lips as I walk into the penthouse to a foyer and living room covered in white orchids and blue roses. I can hear a piano playing ‘All of Me’ by John Legend as candles flicker in the distance. My eyes begin to water, even before I see Baron striding towards me with a look of love and surety only he could pull off. My heart begins to beat faster and faster the closer he comes, and suddenly I am not even sure I am going to be able to speak. He looks so fucking good in his jeans and t-shirt. I love him in a suit, don’t get me wrong. But when he is just chilling and dressed down there is something...masterful about him...dominant...if you will. Hell, I should close my eyes. My pussy is getting throbby thinking about it, and I am not sure right now is the time.

“Baron. What’s going on?” I ask trying to bring myself back to the present. Instead of answering me, he pulls me into the middle of the room and gets on his knees, bringing me down with him.

“I know traditionally I am supposed to kneel, and you stand. But we have done nothing the way it should be since we first met.” I giggle because he is right.

“I had this whole speech planned out. This elaborate set of words to hopefully impress upon you my sincerity. But, now that I am looking at you, I wouldn’t even know how to begin to describe how much I love you. Marry me, Red. Marry me because we make each other think outside the box. Marry me because until you, I didn’t know I was hiding from love and making myself immune to it. You showed up serving my food and sent a virus through me that couldn’t withstand the soar of emotions flooding my body. Marry me because without you, I am nothing. Marry me, Frannie. Let’s be everything. Together.” How the hell is a girl supposed to speak after that.