Don’t Let Me Let You Go

49: We’ll Do It Our Own Way

“Viola?” Iker posed as he leant forwards a little, his hand gently brushing against his girlfriend’s arm “Mi amor, say something. You’re starting to scare me” he added, his thumb gently brushing over her skin. He knew that it had been a surprise, after his talk with Amelia, he had given a lot of thought to the notion of proposing to Viola, and he had decided that that was night was the perfect one. As clichéd as it was, he liked the notion of proposing to his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day.

Viola, who still sat in his arms, startled a little at the feel of his hand, her blue eyes glancing up at him “Why did you ask me that?” she murmured.

“Because I love you” Iker replied simply “I know we agreed to wait, but…”

“We had a plan” Viola interrupted, shaking her head.

“Lala…”

Viola merely shook her head, pushing herself up to her feet. “I can’t do this” she babbled.

Iker frowned. “Viola” he noted gently “Mi amor, what are you saying?” he spluttered.

Viola, who had moved a little away from him, shook her head, a small sniffle falling out of her mouth. “I’m saying I can’t do this right now, Iker” she babbled, her voice shaking a little “I can’t do the whole getting married thing right now” she added.

Iker shook his head and pulled himself up to his feet, taking a few steps towards her. “Viola…”

“I thought we agreed to wait” she babbled, not looking up at him “I thought that that was what we had decided” she added.

“I thought the time was right” Iker murmured “I’ve already got your padre’s blessing and after Amelia came to give me hers too…I just thought the moment was right. I love you, Viola, more than anything, and I want to start making steps forwards, not because I am being selfish, but because I am happy with you, happier than I have been in a long time” he insisted softly before he took a step towards her, his hand gently brushing against her arm. “I didn’t mean to scare you” he added, pressing a small kiss to her shoulder.

“Iker” Viola sniffled.

“I am sorry, Lala” he murmured, kissing the same spot again.

Viola shook her head. “You shouldn’t be sorry” she mumbled.

“I pushed it” Iker mumbled “I shouldn’t have done” he added.

Viola listened to his words before she shook her head, pushing herself away from him. “You shouldn’t be saying sorry. I should be. I’m the problem” she babbled, her hands gently wiping her eyes.

Iker frowned a little.

“I am the one pushing you back” Viola insisted, her voice shaking “I’m the one who’s put the brakes on us and I always do it. You’ve concocted a wonderful proposal, it’s exactly how I would have wanted it, and what do I do? I stomp all over it. I’m so silly” she babbled, tears pooling in her eyes.

Iker watched her, a little amazed by how upset she was, before he took a step towards her, trying to pull her into a hug.

Viola merely shrugged off his touch.

“Viola, it’s OK” he insisted gently “I know that you’re still not sure about us, and I should have taken that into account” he added.

Viola shook her head. “You’re the guy I want to be with” she murmured “You’re it, I know you are, but the idea of marriage? It’s so permanent, so much pressure” she added, her fingers gently brushing underneath her eyes, capturing the tears which had fallen out of them.

“Pressure?” Iker posed, his hand gently resting on her shoulder.

“You’ve seen my family no? My siblings are all in perfect marriages, my parents too, and I am so sure that I can, and will, find a way to fuck it up. It seems so me” she babbled.

Iker shook his head. “Viola” he sighed gently “Nena, you shouldn’t be thinking like that” he murmured gently.

Viola opened her mouth to argue, but Iker placed his hand over it, cutting her off before she had the chance to put herself down again. “Your siblings, your parents, they’re irrelevant in this moment in time” he murmured “Their marriages, their relationships…they’re not ours and they shouldn’t be the way that you make decisions about me and you. I don’t want what they have, Lala, I want what we have. I love that I can still surprise you, that you can make me smile with something as simple as the way you yawn or the way you brush the hair out of your face first thing in the morning. I am not looking for their kind of happy, I’m looking for mine and I think I have that with you” he insisted gently.

Viola peeked up at him from behind his hand before she shook her head, ducking away from his hand slightly. “I don’t want to screw this up” she murmured.

“We’ve been doing this for 13 months” Iker pointed out “I think we’ve got the hang of it, no?” he added.

“Marriage is different” Viola murmured.

“It’s still me and you” Iker countered, squeezing her shoulder “It’s still just us being the way we’ve been for months” he insisted.

“You’d be stuck with me” Viola pointed out.

“I’d want to be stuck with no one else” Iker noted.

Viola offered him a slightly dubious look.

“We can do this our way, Lala, like everything else. Our way, in our time” he insisted gently, his dark eyes soft and pleading.

Viola admired the expression on his face, her teeth nibbling on the soft pink flesh of her lip.

“Marry me, Lala” he pressed gently.

“You’re sure?” she squeaked, her blue eyes watching as his hand reached out, taking hers to pull her a little closer.

“Never more so” Iker mused “I want this, I want you. Please, Viola” he insisted, his nose gently nudging hers.

Viola sniffled a little before she nodded her head. “Alright” she squeaked.

Iker’s dark eyes widened a little before he set his hands on her waist, lifting her up and spinning her around with ease.

Viola squeaked and gripped onto him, trying to avoid falling.

Iker held onto her tightly and smiled, wordlessly noting that he was going to ensure that she didn’t regret saying yes to him.
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