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It was a sweet Saturday afternoon. They’d slept in late. Sitting up in bed, he held her hand, as she smiled at him, the same way she would when she would watch him sleep sometimes. She pushed him off the bed asking him to have a bath, playfully kicking him on the bottom as he whined like a small kid. He hurried through with washing himself, eager to get back to her. Half expecting her to still be lazily huddled up in bed, he came back to the bedroom. Not finding her there, he walked up quietly to the window upstairs. She stood there, still in her robes, innocent like a kid who had seen a butterfly. 

The gentle breeze seemed to love the ruffles of her sweet scented hair. She was beautiful, he thought. Walking up behind her, he put his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. She slowly rested her head against his, not at all surprised by his unannounced arrival. She knew he would, like always. And they would just stand here, feeling the breeze, watching the small birds fly around the courtyard below. She loved the warmth of his chest against her back, it always made her feel protected, and it always had the answers to everything that ever troubled her.

“Honey, I’m starving…” he whispered in her ears. She almost mouthed the words as he said them; she knew this was coming too. Smiling at him and turning and hugging him, she kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll go see if the TV is working”, he said to her. She gave him her typical nod that said ‘Lazy bum’.  She came down dressed up and walking down to the hall, she found a small note by her purse. It said, “Just going out to get something for you. Be ready for a surprise.”  She walked into the kitchen to make some breakfast though it was a bit too late for that. “We’re so crazy”, she thought.

An hour later, he came home and found her waiting at the dining table, probably angry, yet eager to know what the surprise was. She didn’t seem to look up at him as he came in. He sat beside her, looking into her eyes as she tried to evade his. She couldn’t help but smile. Slowly they breakfasted, talking about the weirdest things and laughing their heads off over stuff that only they could find to be funny. Though she kept demanding about the surprise, he kept mum, to an extent that she actually believed that he had simply made it all up.

“Why don’t we dance?” he asked her all of a sudden when they had got back to their room. She didn’t know what to say. She had only seen stuff like this in the movies. But she was sure that it was his first experience too. As the music softly wove into the silence of the day, they danced, more like they hugged and moved silently. The cool floor seemed to tickle her or it was his arms that were wrapped around her, she felt all funny... He slowly knelt beside her, smiling deeply. Kissing her hand, he took a small ring from his pocket. She stood still, smiling down at him with tears in her eyes. “I know you can’t decide now. It’s a long way from here. But I just want you to know, you’re mine.”  He slipped the ring onto her finger. He stood up and held her tightly. And they kissed…