((Concludes the epic Saturday that included a wedding!))
Marriage by moonlight ....well, that had certainly been a novel way to end a family barbecue. Gabi couldn't keep the smile from her face as she and George took their leave of those who were still lingering at the big house for the rest of the evening. Her brother was happily married - though he'd been pretty happily living in sin for the last two years - to his little mermaid; her boys were spending the night at the big house; and her father had elected to stay there overnight as well. For the first time, it was just her and George at Beecham House for the night. Hand in hand, they walked along the narrow paths that led through the Grove, talking quietly under the moonlight.
George had been nervously chattering on about nothing in particular - work, her family, the wedding, the fireworks. He was usually quiet and soft-spoken, only speaking when he had something to say, unless he was nervous. It wasn't the fireworks that had set him on edge, though Gabi might have assumed it was. It was something else, something he'd been meaning to do for a while now, but had been waiting for the right time. "How long have your brother and Leilani known each other?" he asked, not just out of curiosity. There was a reason behind his question, though he did not want to reveal it just yet.
Barefoot on the trodden-down grass, with her shoes hanging from her free hand, Gabi thought about the answer before she gave it. "Oh, about ....yes, about two and a half years now," she told him softly, looking up at her handsome doctor with a tender smile. "It only took them a couple of days to swear they'd never leave each other, though. It was touch and go with Cian whether he'd ever trust anyone enough to love them again, but Leilani's one in a million. She's hard not to love."
"Hmm," he murmured thoughtfully. Two and a half years sounded like a reasonable and respectable amount of time for an engagement, though Gabi had dropped a few hints about the following June. Nothing had been announced or was set in stone, but if they got engaged now, it would give them almost a year to plan a wedding. "I take it he had his heart broken," George remarked regarding Cian, a hand going into his jacket pocket, fingers toying with something he'd stashed there.
"Twice," she nodded, resting her cheek against his bicep as they walked along. "I contributed to the second time - it was shortly after Frank died, and I was resentful of how much time and love he gave to her. I shouted at her, which I deeply regret. But at the same time, I can't regret it too much. He's so happy now."
George wasn't too sure what had happened in her brother's past, but he couldn't argue with Gabi's logic. "Everything happens for a reason, or so they say, even if it doesn't seem like it at the time." He hadn't been so sure he believed that, until recently. "If she really loved him, they'd still be together," he said. Or vice versa.
"I suppose so," she agreed. "I don't think I will ever stop feeling guilty for the way I spoke to her. She didn't deserve it, and it was my own grief talking, really. I was so sure I'd be completely alone for the rest of my life ....I wanted Cian to be alone with me, so it was us together. Seems silly now."
"And then he left," George said, knowing enough about what had happened to presume that. He came to a stop near the pond not far from the big house, the light from Rhy'Din's twin moons reflecting off the water. It was quiet and still, but for the chirping of crickets and the croaking of frogs in hopes of finding a mate. "All's well that ends well," he remarked quietly.
"Yes, he did," Gabi sighed softly, remembering all the things that had happened while Cian was gone. "He didn't even say goodbye that time." She smiled, shrugging the feeling away as she turned to look up at George, tender affection in her brown eyes. "I don't want this to end," she told him quietly. "I want it to go on, for all the years of my life and yours."
"Maybe he didn't want to hurt you more than you were already hurting, and didn't realize he was doing just that by leaving without saying good-bye." He turned to face her, a soft smile on his face, a little bit sad for the heartache she'd had to suffer in the past but hopeful for the future. And then, there was that nervousness again. "It doesn't have to end, Gabrielle."
She held his gaze, seeing the nervousness in the way he stood, the flicker of his expression. She could even feel a little of it, wondering what it was that had suddenly put him so ill at ease. Her fingers toyed with his, squeezing gently as she frowned a little. "Sweetheart, what is it?" she asked worriedly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he replied without hesitation. "That's just it, Gabi. Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect." His fingers found that small circle of metal in his pocket he'd been nervously toying with for most of the night. There'd never be a better time than this or a better setting.
It was just as well Dom had given him back the blazer without mentioning what was in the pocket, really. Gabi's smile relaxed as he reassured her, untangling her hand from his to gently touch her fingers to his cheek. "I love you, George," she reminded him softly. "Everything is perfect. You put me back together again, when I wasn't even sure of how broken I was."
He smiled softly down at her as her fingers touched his cheek, wondering how he'd been so lucky to find a woman like her. She had walked into his life unexpectedly and captured his heart so completely, he could no longer imagine his life without her, and so, before she could say another word, he was going down on one knee and reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out that small circle of shiny metal he'd been contemplating all day.
"Gabrielle, I know this is rather sudden, and I know it hasn't been very long, but I know my own heart. I know that I love you, and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He took her left hand in his, gazing up into her eyes from where he knelt before her, solemn and nervous and hopeful. "Gabrielle Granger, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Gabi stared at him, her eyes wide for a long moment. She knew she loved him, knew he loved her. They'd spoken about where they were going together, and yet ....there was something sweetly unexpected about George going down on one knee and asking her to marry him. She bit her smiling lip, her hand squeezing his as her answer came to her lips. "Yes," she promised him, nodding. "Yes, of course I will."
"Then this is for you," he told her simply. He drew the ring he had picked out for her from his pocket, hoping he didn't drop it from sheer nervousness. If he lost it in the water, it was unlikely he'd ever find it again. Why had he chosen this spot to propose" He touched his lips to her hand, very carefully taking hold of the ring to slide it onto her left ring finger.
"Oh ....oh, my goodness ..." Why hadn't she thought he would have a ring" She knew George; she knew he was a product of his time, that he had an old-fashioned approach to their courtship, despite the nights they had spent together. But for some reason, Gabi had never thought he would actually have a ring to put on her finger. And what a ring it was; set with a diamond solitaire and a row of smaller diamonds, two colors of gold side by side, like the two of them. "George, I ....it's beautiful." She laughed softly, tugging to pull him onto his feet. "You're wonderful."
Marriage by moonlight ....well, that had certainly been a novel way to end a family barbecue. Gabi couldn't keep the smile from her face as she and George took their leave of those who were still lingering at the big house for the rest of the evening. Her brother was happily married - though he'd been pretty happily living in sin for the last two years - to his little mermaid; her boys were spending the night at the big house; and her father had elected to stay there overnight as well. For the first time, it was just her and George at Beecham House for the night. Hand in hand, they walked along the narrow paths that led through the Grove, talking quietly under the moonlight.
George had been nervously chattering on about nothing in particular - work, her family, the wedding, the fireworks. He was usually quiet and soft-spoken, only speaking when he had something to say, unless he was nervous. It wasn't the fireworks that had set him on edge, though Gabi might have assumed it was. It was something else, something he'd been meaning to do for a while now, but had been waiting for the right time. "How long have your brother and Leilani known each other?" he asked, not just out of curiosity. There was a reason behind his question, though he did not want to reveal it just yet.
Barefoot on the trodden-down grass, with her shoes hanging from her free hand, Gabi thought about the answer before she gave it. "Oh, about ....yes, about two and a half years now," she told him softly, looking up at her handsome doctor with a tender smile. "It only took them a couple of days to swear they'd never leave each other, though. It was touch and go with Cian whether he'd ever trust anyone enough to love them again, but Leilani's one in a million. She's hard not to love."
"Hmm," he murmured thoughtfully. Two and a half years sounded like a reasonable and respectable amount of time for an engagement, though Gabi had dropped a few hints about the following June. Nothing had been announced or was set in stone, but if they got engaged now, it would give them almost a year to plan a wedding. "I take it he had his heart broken," George remarked regarding Cian, a hand going into his jacket pocket, fingers toying with something he'd stashed there.
"Twice," she nodded, resting her cheek against his bicep as they walked along. "I contributed to the second time - it was shortly after Frank died, and I was resentful of how much time and love he gave to her. I shouted at her, which I deeply regret. But at the same time, I can't regret it too much. He's so happy now."
George wasn't too sure what had happened in her brother's past, but he couldn't argue with Gabi's logic. "Everything happens for a reason, or so they say, even if it doesn't seem like it at the time." He hadn't been so sure he believed that, until recently. "If she really loved him, they'd still be together," he said. Or vice versa.
"I suppose so," she agreed. "I don't think I will ever stop feeling guilty for the way I spoke to her. She didn't deserve it, and it was my own grief talking, really. I was so sure I'd be completely alone for the rest of my life ....I wanted Cian to be alone with me, so it was us together. Seems silly now."
"And then he left," George said, knowing enough about what had happened to presume that. He came to a stop near the pond not far from the big house, the light from Rhy'Din's twin moons reflecting off the water. It was quiet and still, but for the chirping of crickets and the croaking of frogs in hopes of finding a mate. "All's well that ends well," he remarked quietly.
"Yes, he did," Gabi sighed softly, remembering all the things that had happened while Cian was gone. "He didn't even say goodbye that time." She smiled, shrugging the feeling away as she turned to look up at George, tender affection in her brown eyes. "I don't want this to end," she told him quietly. "I want it to go on, for all the years of my life and yours."
"Maybe he didn't want to hurt you more than you were already hurting, and didn't realize he was doing just that by leaving without saying good-bye." He turned to face her, a soft smile on his face, a little bit sad for the heartache she'd had to suffer in the past but hopeful for the future. And then, there was that nervousness again. "It doesn't have to end, Gabrielle."
She held his gaze, seeing the nervousness in the way he stood, the flicker of his expression. She could even feel a little of it, wondering what it was that had suddenly put him so ill at ease. Her fingers toyed with his, squeezing gently as she frowned a little. "Sweetheart, what is it?" she asked worriedly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he replied without hesitation. "That's just it, Gabi. Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect." His fingers found that small circle of metal in his pocket he'd been nervously toying with for most of the night. There'd never be a better time than this or a better setting.
It was just as well Dom had given him back the blazer without mentioning what was in the pocket, really. Gabi's smile relaxed as he reassured her, untangling her hand from his to gently touch her fingers to his cheek. "I love you, George," she reminded him softly. "Everything is perfect. You put me back together again, when I wasn't even sure of how broken I was."
He smiled softly down at her as her fingers touched his cheek, wondering how he'd been so lucky to find a woman like her. She had walked into his life unexpectedly and captured his heart so completely, he could no longer imagine his life without her, and so, before she could say another word, he was going down on one knee and reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out that small circle of shiny metal he'd been contemplating all day.
"Gabrielle, I know this is rather sudden, and I know it hasn't been very long, but I know my own heart. I know that I love you, and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He took her left hand in his, gazing up into her eyes from where he knelt before her, solemn and nervous and hopeful. "Gabrielle Granger, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Gabi stared at him, her eyes wide for a long moment. She knew she loved him, knew he loved her. They'd spoken about where they were going together, and yet ....there was something sweetly unexpected about George going down on one knee and asking her to marry him. She bit her smiling lip, her hand squeezing his as her answer came to her lips. "Yes," she promised him, nodding. "Yes, of course I will."
"Then this is for you," he told her simply. He drew the ring he had picked out for her from his pocket, hoping he didn't drop it from sheer nervousness. If he lost it in the water, it was unlikely he'd ever find it again. Why had he chosen this spot to propose" He touched his lips to her hand, very carefully taking hold of the ring to slide it onto her left ring finger.
"Oh ....oh, my goodness ..." Why hadn't she thought he would have a ring" She knew George; she knew he was a product of his time, that he had an old-fashioned approach to their courtship, despite the nights they had spent together. But for some reason, Gabi had never thought he would actually have a ring to put on her finger. And what a ring it was; set with a diamond solitaire and a row of smaller diamonds, two colors of gold side by side, like the two of them. "George, I ....it's beautiful." She laughed softly, tugging to pull him onto his feet. "You're wonderful."