Warning: Foul language, some skin is shown.
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„Hailey, we need to talk. It’s urgent.” My eyes widen as I look at Reggie standing at my doorstep, shocked. First thing that comes to my mind are the dirty plates all over the place. There’s a reason as to why he’s never been there in these 7 months that we’ve been dating. But at last his words hit me like a brick. There might be something even more important than just these piles of stocked up dishes. Urgent… I think I remember hearing this word before. Oh, right. It’s what I told Cedric when I arranged our break-up meet. Suddenly, I am sweating uncontrollably, my heart probably skipping a few beats at once. Could it be…?
Reggie seems unaware of the whirlwind of emotions I’m experiencing as he pushes past me and sits down on the sofa, not even paying attention to the dishes. He looks weird as a huge frown is present on his usually happy and relaxed face. There aren’t many things able to spoil Reggie’s mood, maybe except for mentioning the accident.
“Are.. are you going to break up with me?” The words seem strange coming from my mouth, barely audible, as opposed to my usual clear and loud voice. Reggie shakes his head impatiently.
“Are you signed for newspaper delivery? I think I saw one outside, no?” I nod, waiting for him to say more. “Go pick it up. Now.” I open the door to go do as I am told.
As soon as I see the first page, I feel blood rushing through my veins. There’s a huge picture of Reggie and me there, with the headline stating Shocking Backstory of Fast-Track Reggie’s new partner. I grab the newspaper and hurry back inside to join Reggie.
I sit next to him and begin reading the article, having it harder to control myself with each sentence. Finally the newspaper flies through the room and hits the wall. Reggie looks at me with sheer anger.
“Those fucking bastards, right? Do they think they can get away with it? I don’t think so, no!” He clenches his fists, sending angry looks towards the newspaper. I bite my bottom lip, holding back tears.
“Don’t worry, Hailey. We’re going to sue them bastards. They can’t just talk shit ‘bout you because they know I care lots about you and want to destroy relationships just for the sake of juicy gossip! How I hate such pseudojournalists and their ‘work’,” a stream of words escapes his mouth and he stresses the last one.
“But what if it’s all true? They might be right and you deserve better, Reggie.” At that moment I mentally slap myself. That’s not what you say about yourself when you want to get yourself a man.
“Fucking bullshit. In all honesty, they can take this truth and stick it up their asses!” I gape at this. I didn’t know this vulgar side of Reggie, though I must admit he’s kinda sexy like that. As if he was a knight with a kind of… colorful language.
“We’ll have to sue them for slander. Don’t give a rat’s ass if that’s true, but they have no right to dig up such private and touchy details about your life whatsoever.”
“Wait. I know what you should do – marry me!” Reggie looks at me as if I’d just grown at least 10 additional heads.
“You heard me right. If you don’t give a crap, why not show them that? Show them that you accept me as I am, and how much I mean to you.” Reggie freezes, looking lost.
“It’s not that I don’t want to, Hailey, but… You sure you wouldn’t want someone, uh, dunno, younger? Wasting your time with old chaps like me doesn’t sound like the most reasonable step, especially with one who still cherishes the memory of his lost family.”
“Wasting? Define it. Anyone can say you are no good for me and I will oppose every single time. You might even kill off my whole family and I would still want you as I do now. Don’t you see it? I want you, Reggie, no one else. I want to spend the rest of my time with you, and you alone. I want to marry you and become officially yours, because that’s been my goal in life ever since I met you in that bar that night.” He studies me closely, but I’m deadly serious. I want it all and I want to offer Reggie everything that makes me, everything I can give.
“Wow, I… I don’t know what to say. Is that… er… a proposal or what?” He stutters out.
“If you want it to be, then yes. You know I’ve always been pretty unconventional with my decisions. And, dude, it took you three months to sleep with me. We don’t have a lifetime ahead of us to wait ‘till you get over it.” A smile lights up his face at these words and he pulls me closer.
“The confidence of a sex worker and ready to strike at you like her criminal father? Isn’t it how they described you?” He leans in and I am able to distinguish a not-so-subtle hint of alcohol next to his usual scents. “Fucking accurate,” he says right to my ear.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say, grasping for air hastily as his hand travels up my thigh.
“I take that as an actual proposal, then. Ma chérie, fiancée,” he adds. There are many things you can say about Reggie, but not that he is fluent in French. Not at all. I’d normally laugh at another of his failed attempts, but he shuts me up with a kiss before I can utter any sounds of laughter.
“You’re so sexy, baby… Would you let that old man have some fun with you?” He doesn’t wait for the answer as he picks me up and carries me through the closest door which happens to lead to my bedroom.
“Well , I figured you had a messed up story hearing the grandparents theme, but I wouldn’t imagine anything like that. That’s pretty fucking wild, to say the least.”
“Yup, I know that much.”
“Daddy syndrome, right?”
“You know, the strive for having a daddy because you didn’t get one.”
“Uh, excuse me. I wouldn’t sleep with my daddy.”
“Please don’t ever call me that, would you?”
“Yeah, that. That’d be super messed up. As if I paid you for letting me be young again for a moment. Oh, Hailey, you’re worse than your mother, giving away all your shit for free, aren’t you?” He teases.
“Not to anyone, though. I love you, Reggie. You have everything that makes me in your hands. Take or throw it away.”
“That’s pretty big responsibility. I don’t like them much.”
“But that one isn’t a chore, is it?” I smile suggestively at him and he pushes me to the bed, placing himself on my lap, then he lifts my chin with his finger.
“Aren’t you still super young?” He whispers, staring at my mouth and finally giving it a quick peck. My lips are slightly opened, as if they were waiting for more, when I look him in the eyes, disappointment written in mine.
“Nah, that’s not a chore… I want to protect you, in fact I have a strong urge to do so. And I think I love you, Hailey. I love you,” he tastes the three words slipping off his tongue as the most natural thing in the world. I snuggle closely to him, knowing I will not forget this moment ever in my life. This moment which gave “urgent” a brand new meaning.