No One Knows True Love Like Us

When Draven and Raven returned back to the humble abode of the good Reverend Ramsey; he was a little mad that it had taken them so long at the cemetery, though he didn't voice his frustrations. He knew Draven had been taking it hard and his daughter filled him in on just how rough it was for him, for it to be Christmas and to be without his Mother at his tender age.

The Reverend allowed Draven and Raven to stay up together, alone up front on the couch and watch a Christmas movie together that was coming on that late evening as long as she promised to go to bed in her own bed, alone, when it was finished. "I'll be checking up on you," Ramsey said rather firmly and Raven smiled, nodding her head from the couch, underneath a blanket with Draven and holding onto him tightly.

"I promise I'll be in bed the minute it's over Dad. Thank you." Raven said rather graciously to her Father, grateful to him that she was being allowed to spend some quality time with Draven like this... Especially, well, especially since they were privately engaged. It had been a long conversation with the good Reverend when they got back in; that the ring had accidentally been in the flower bag and that Raven refused to take it off.

"Sir, she absolutely adores the ring.. It means so much to her that it's from me," he explained, "and though I told her, that it's not what.. I'm sure she assumed it was, just like you did." Draven said quietly, halfheartedly lying to the Reverend. "I told her it's just a promise ring between us. I'm promising myself to her, that I'm going to be everything she wants and needs and that I'm not going to pressure her into anything. And that, if she wants us to one day get married, then it can be a promise that it'll one day happen."

"In a way Draven...to a teenage girl... she probably does think you're engaged," The Reverend said rather firmly, but kindhearted towards Draven and he nodded,

"I know...but sir, I'd never ask for her hand in marriage, underage or not...without your blessing and your wife's. That's the proper thing to do. My Mom would beat me nine ways to Sunday, if I were to ever ask for a girls hand in marriage, down on one knee, without the Dad's blessing first." Draven explained and the Reverend nodded, what Draven said next, kind of shocked him.

"We do talk about the future, often, sir. As any teenage girl does, I'm sure you know, they like to talk about what they want their wedding to be like.. She wants it in the church you preach in and she wants you, to marry us. She wants her own Mother to be her Matron of Honor, she wants her own sister as a bridesmaid, her little cousin as a flower girl. She wants her whole family there. Sir, where's the wrongness in that?" Draven asked quietly and the Reverend chuckled a little, fighting back some tears that he refused to show to the twenty-six year old.

"I don't see a thing wrong with it at all Draven, honestly. But she's seventeen.. Give her a few years to grow up. Maybe not grow out of love with you, but grow up before anything of this happens. Then, you'll have my full blessing." The Reverend said and gave Draven a gentle pat on the back; which had soothed Draven's scared mind quite a lot. Draven had been so afraid it would be world war three because of the ring. But honestly, it had went over so well.

So here they were, laying on the couch, watching a Christmas movie together with her parents in the other room, their bedroom, fully acknowledging the situation. "I think your parents are lightening up on me," Draven whispered into Raven's ear and she giggled, nodding a bit, her eyes still fixed on the television screen.

"I agree... This is the best Christmas ever," Raven said at a whisper as well and Draven grinned, knowing she was only say that because of him. It amazed Draven at how he had become Raven's entire world in such a short time...but the truth was, she was his entire world as well.

The Reverend lay awake in his bed, listening to the soft sounds his wife made while she slept and also listening to the soft noises coming from the living room.. It was gentle speaking voices, between Draven and Raven, as they watched the movie; which he could also still hear in the background. He was thinking about everything Draven had said to him and it amazed him that he, he had grown up so much in the time he'd known Raven.

Ramsey no longer looked at Draven as a hooligan, as this...satanic being trying to steal his daughter. Though, it was clear, Draven didn't share the views in God that Ramsey preached to his congregation every Sunday morning, night and Wednesday evening.. Draven wasn't a bad person. He had gotten a job, he had a trailer of his own that Ramsey was doing everything in his power to keep for him...and though his vehicle of choice was a motorcycle, well, Ramsey could hardly complain considering his daughter loved it so much.

The fact was; Draven was a good fit for Raven. Ramsey knew his daughter had always wanted different than her Mother. Her Mother's Father, Ramsey's Father in law, had been a minister as well...Ramsey and his wife had been a match made in heaven, quite literally. Made right there in the church. But Raven had always dreamed of different. And though Ramsey didn't quite realize it...Draven truly was the exact man from Raven's dreams.

He knew his daughter would be eighteen in August, and Draven twenty-seven. Once Raven was eighteen, well, it was her decision whether she continued to walk the path God has laid out for her. Though he believed he had instilled the greatest of values into his young one; there are just some things that boys and girls have to learn on their own. And when Raven turns eighteen, Ramsey was mentally preparing himself, for the worst. For a girl gone wild, as they say.

When their movie finished, Draven turned off the TV and said his goodnight to Raven. She was in his lap, in the perfect situation for Draven to take advantage of her...the complete darkness, other than the moonlight coming in from the window, which highlighted the couple perfectly for Ramsey to see there from the hallway. But the kiss that Raven placed upon Draven's lips was innocent and Draven returned it just as innocently. She stood up off of him and proceeded to her bedroom, without even having saw her Father there.

After her door was closed, he looked back to Draven and he was cuddled into a pillow on the couch and Ramsey couldn't help but chuckle. He walked to his daughters room and poked his head in the door, seeing her getting into bed and she looked towards him, "What is it Dad?" She asked.

"Nothing, just surprised you and your boyfriend followed my rule. You know, there is a such thing as doing too good," he chuckled softly and walked on into her room, sitting down at the edge of the bed. "Sweetheart, I just wanted to tell you that.. Draven and I had a long talk tonight, I'm sure you heard a lot of it. I know I was very disapproving at first and sometime in the future, as you grow closer to eighteen and I grow closer to losing you as my little girl, I may disapprove of him again. I see the way you look at him and he looks at you, I see the way you two are with one another.. the way you kiss," Ramsey was sure he sounded like an absolute pedophile, so he shook his head.

"Not that I stare at you, no. But it's hard to miss. You two are so very much in love, and it's so obvious. You and he look at each in a way that took years for your Mother and I to look at one another.. We didn't fall in love nearly as quickly as you two.. not nearly as deeply." It shocked Raven to know that her Father didn't even feel as deeply for her Mother as her Father was thinking that she felt for Draven.

"I love your Mother very, very much. But we lacked one thing," Ramsey stated and Raven looked up at him inquisitively as if asking 'what', just not verbally. "Teenage romance," he replied with a chuckle and Raven blushed, glad that her Father couldn't see that. "I'm glad Draven made your night with the ring, though it was meant to wait until tomorrow night." Well, tonight actually; it was indeed Christmas morning. A few hours from daylight, honestly, Ramsey reminded himself. "I'm very glad he was able to make your Christmas great and I'm ecstatic that he's so happy spending Christmas here. No one deserves to spend one alone."

These were the most kindest, softest spoken words Raven had ever heard him speak to her...and especially about Draven. Raven smiled rather hugely and raised up in the bed, wrapping her arms around her Father tightly. "I love you Dad," was honestly all she could muster up to say without bursting out crying. The good Reverend hugged her back tightly and told her he loved her too before getting up and going back to his own bed, to a waiting wife who had been wondering where he'd went to.

It was Christmas morning, Raven thought. Her Father had just tempted her with the thought that, there was a such thing as being "too good". He was allowing her a little room to breathe, she and Draven a little room to be " teenagers" and get into a little bit of "trouble" perhaps. She wouldn't take it too far.. they wouldn't take it too far. It's not like Raven was ready to sleep with him, no.. most certainly not. She'd been raised much, much better.

But they were ready to let loose. The both of them. That's all both of their dreams were plagued with that Christmas Even night and Christmas morning. That was...until they were woke up by Raven's younger sister, Ashley...