"You better stay right there, if you get fucking hurt, I'm gonna be so mad!" Ryder yelled as he hobbled up the stairs one by one and left me in the weird area between our kitchen and living room.
I smiled. There was something so funny about my fiancé with a broken arm and broken leg helping me, when I should be helping him.
I shuffled back slightly and stared at the floor.
It's a damn shame that it left a stain. Maybe I should have taken her outside and then shot her, because now my floors are all bloody.
God, I wonder if she had started a new life. If I shot her dead, and now her kids are wondering where their mother is.
I guess I kind of feel bad in that sense, or at least I'm supposed to.
I wouldn't want Isabella without a father because someone killed me.
But I also think that she is too selfish to care for more children; she didn't even want the one we have, so why would she want more?
Or maybe it was just me who made her hate kids?
I don't know.
"Why did you move?!" Ryder's loud voice took me out of my thoughts as I instinctively put my hands up, "I'm sorry."
He squinted those beautiful eyes at me and then turned around and headed for the kitchen.
I followed after him, "It's just a couple of cuts, I will be okay."
"Those cuts are actually stab wounds, so you are going to sit your happy ass down in this chair," Ryder said, dragging a dining room chair into the kitchen, "and shut up."
I nodded and sat down in the chair.
"What would you like to eat?" Ryder asked, turning to me.
"Whatever you want to make, I will be happy with!"
He rolled his eyes at me, "Wrong answer."
"I'm sorry."
"You should be," he said, and I couldn't help but smile. Even when he was lecturing me, it made me feel all warm inside. God, I love him, I love him so fucking much.
"Can you make me a steak, please?"
He gave me a dirty look, "Now you know."
He turned around, and my eyes dropped directly down to his gorgeous legs that were constantly on display now.
My eyes followed him as he opened the fridge and started to dig in it, "Did you get steak?"
"You guys went to the store, I don't know," I said, and I watched as he pulled out two steaks.
"Do you know if…" My eyes quickly shot up as he turned around.
"Do I know what?" I asked with a smile.
"You're a dirty old man, stop looking at my ass. I was going to ask, do you know if Isabella, Matteo, and Leo want some?"
I shrugged.
"Okay, whatever, I will cook something else for them later."
"You don't have to; they can order DoorDash."
"Eating out so much isn't good for them."
"I don't want you to make two lunches."
"It's okay," Ryder said, turning around, "do you want rice too?"
"Yeah."
"You want some vegetables too?"
"Okay," I said.
And I watched as he started to put everything out and start cooking.
He washed the rice and put it in the rice cooker, clicking a couple of buttons that I still didn't understand. Then he put oil in the pan, and I watched as he pulled out a tray to put the vegetables on.
I watched as he seasoned them and then turned on the oven and popped them in.
I licked my teeth.
This makes me a terrible guy, and I'm so glad he is healthy with the medicine, but I hope he never stops taking it, because God, his body is out of this world.
I'm staring with my fucking mouth open like a damn fool, at those gorgeous chocolate legs, which I swear get bigger and bigger every day.
I gulped, and God, they are beautiful. And the fact that he wasn't that tall made it so much better.
I mean, his legs were nicely toned, but has the perfect amount of everything.
And that ass, fuck, I just wanted to grab it.
That's all I ever wanted to do, but I didn't want him to think I was a dirty pervert. To think I only saw him for his body, even if it was a good part of it. I mean, everything about him was a good part.
Even when he's yelling at me about stuff, when he's smiling, when he's sad, when he is whatever, every single thing I feel myself liking.
Even the things that I really should hate, I felt myself liking.
I mean, I guess that's what love does to you.
It fills your head with these dirty thoughts that never really leave, even when they should.
It makes me happy to just have someone who cares. Who doesn't want me to be alone and has me sitting in a chair in the middle of the kitchen like a fool.
Someone who is my, "how do you say, my love in Spanish?"
"Didn't I already teach you that?" Ryder asked, not turning around and continuing to do weird moves with the steak.
"Just tell me again."
"Mi amor."
"Mi amor?"
"Sí, papi."
I felt my stomach get all nervous as he started laughing, "Sí papi? What you trying to get into?" his laughter got louder at his own joke that I really didn't understand, but I smiled at him.
He's so cute.
I pulled out my phone, opened Notes, and typed mi amor in there.
So far, the words I had that were relevant to my ulterior motive of trying to speak Spanish to him for the proposal were, Eres el amor de mi vida y no quiero pasar ni un solo día sin ti (you are the love of my life and I don't wanna spend a single day without you). Te amo (I love you), Anillo (Ring), Mi amor (My love).
I am trying to think of more words to ask him without it being weird, but I just wanted to make the proposal special for him.
"How do you say, for many years to come?"
"I guess por muchos años or uh para los próximos años," Ryder said as I watched him plate all of the food.
I typed it down in my notes, para los próximos años (for many years to come).
"Anything else?" he asked as he held the two plates in his hands.
"How do I say you are very handsome?"
"Eres muy guapo."
I typed that down too.
"I like the way you said that last part."
"Guapo?"
"Sí, that was very sexy."
Ryder shook his head, "Stand up, weirdo. Where do you want to eat?"
I took both of the plates from his hands, "upstairs."
"Okay," he said.
We made our way upstairs.
He opened the door, and I watched as he quickly grabbed the remote and started to type.
I balanced the plates as I got into bed
"Didn't we already watch this?"
"It's a different Barbie movie."
"Okay, okay."
After a bit, we were both eating as he was paying way more attention to the random Barbie movie then me.
I don't know if I want to rehearse or prepare something for the proposal or just say stuff in the moment.
I feel like preparing it beforehand is good, but it also takes away from the spur-of-the-moment fun that I think Ryder would enjoy more.
Just my raw, natural feelings instead of something kind of robotic.
"How do you say you look beautiful in those shorts?
"Te gustas hermoso en esos pantalones cortos," Ryder said, not giving me the time of day.
"How do you say," I got close to his ear, "I want to fuck."
"Quiero…" he whipped around and smacked me as I started laughing, "stop being weird."
"I'm sorry, I was joking, I am joking."
"You better be."
"I am, I am," I said, putting my hands up and laughing.
God, I love calm days like this. I put my hands down slowly. It just makes me more and more excited for the proposal. Maybe just a family day at the beach, or just him and me, somewhere private, something perfect.
Whatever it will be, as long as it's him, I am happy.
I am so happy, and I want this to be perfect for him, because he deserves it.
Deserves it more than the world.