|- For Every Girl Who Thinks She's Met Her Prince-|...Well I Have...Literaly. And He Has A Secret. (Prolouge)

(-Since this chapter is like not so important, something I just felt like writing, I'll update very very soon!-)

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We are still in our room, it’s incredibly late I’m curled up against Alek’s chest feeling oh so blissful. He keeps telling me to go to sleep, but I’m too excited to.

He loves me.

“Say it one more time.” I mutter against his chest.

“I love you,” He whispers.

I sigh.

“Again.” I instruct.
But then quickly add a “Please.”

I hear him laugh. “I love you.”

He pulls back slightly so he can see my face.

“How many more times do I have to say it before you believe me?”

“I do believe you!” I reply “It’s just that…You’re so perfect, and…I don’t understand why you love me.”

I sigh and nestle myself close to him. “I’m glad you do though.”

I expected him to wrap his arms around me, and kiss me for the hundredth time.

But he doesn’t, he pulls away.

He sits off of the edge of the bed and runs his fingers through his dark curls.

“I don’t know why you say things like that.” He mutters. “I’m not perfect, I’m far from it. You are the closest thing to perfect in my life. You and our son.”

“What do you mean…?” I question.

“I’ve done things,” He continues “Things I’m not proud of, things that if you ever found out about, I’m not sure if you would love me anym—“

“Don’t say that,” I interrupt. I move over close to him, warp my arms around his torso and lay my head on his back.

“I’ll love you, always and forever.”

For a second he doesn’t say anything, but then he lets out a sigh.

“I’ll love you too Rayne, forever and always.”

Were silent for just a moment,

“Hey Alek?” I ask.

“Hmm?” he responds.

“Why do you love me?”

He groans.

“No! Seriously! I want to know.” He shifts and turns slightly so that we’re facing each other on the bed.

He stares at me for a second and the he nods, agreeing. “Okay.”

I expect him, to start listing off things such as; you’re beautiful, funny, and smart, etc. Not to sound conceited, but you know, what they usually say.

Instead, what I got was;

“Rayne,” he starts “When my father was…killed, I was only eleven. And…It took a toll on me, something inside me…”

Pause.

“Broke.” He finishes.

“I was angry at everything and everyone…Especially myself. I don’t know why, I just felt I should have…Been there, he was my father for Christ sake and…” He trails off, and then takes a deep breath.

“I’d learnt to cope, over the years, but the pain was still there.”

He looks at me, his eyes sad and happy at the same time.

“And then you came, and you were so sweet, and…kind, and innocent, you took all the pain away. Rayne, I was hurting, and I was angry all the time. Then for the time, in the longest time…I wasn’t anymore…And that was because…I was with you.”

He reaches out and touches the side of my face. My breath catches.

“You are my Guardian Angel Rayne, I’m sure of it…“ He whispers. “My saving grace.”

I bit my lip and forced the tears back. I open my mouth to tell him, just how much I love him, just how much his words mean to me, but I cant bring myself to say anything.

He must have noticed this because he laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Plus.” He starts “You’re beautiful, funny and smart, etc…”

I laugh.

“And…” he continues, “I love the way your big eyes get even wider when you’re shocked, or confused, or you’ve just heard something you didn’t know before.”

My eyes widen. “I do not do that! And my eyes are not big!”

He laughs again, “It’s okay, I like them.”

“Then, I love how you say ‘Holy Mother of Crap!’ at least fifty times a day.”

I smirk at this.

I do that don’t I?

“Annnddd…I love the way you sort of whimper when you sleep.”

“I, what?”

“You whimper.” He states. “You know? Sort of like a squirrel or a mouse.”

I gape at him. “I…Do…NOT…”

“Yeah you do…” he says nodding.

But don’t worry!” He assures me. “Mice are cute.”

I was about to disagree again but, he continues to talk.

“And also…I love you because…” He looks at me slightly with a sort of half smile.
“I’ve made the two most embarrassing speeches of my life in the last 24 hours, and both of them have been with you.”

I smile and he pulls me into him. We get under the covers and he whispers in my hair,

“Now go to sleep.”

“No…!” I groaned, “I wanna hear more about why you love me!”

I feel his lips smile against my hair. “Okay…” He whispers,

“I love the way you…”

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I have no idea how long he kept on going, but I knew was that I had never been so happy.

The last thing I remember him saying, before drifting off to sleep was;

“I love you Rayne, for all of those reasons, and for the simple fact that I know that you love me too. You don’t care what I am, or what I become you’ll stay with me…Always and forever?”

As my eyelids flutter shut, I answer his question. I’m not sure if I said it out loud or not, but I know that he got it.

Forever and Always.