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Chapter 18 : Time
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Will you won't you, be the one I'll always know
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down
-The Fray: Look After You
Sirius awoke one June morning with a wide smile on his face. Having lived with Alina for three years, he knew that now was as good a time as any. He was going to propose to her. He already had purchased a simple diamond ring to give her; it was sitting in a locked drawer on his bed side table.
“What are you smiling about?” Alina said as she woke up. She rolled onto her side and cuddled up against Sirius’s body, allowing her hand to rest on his abdomen. She buried her head into his shoulder as she waited for an answer. Stroking her back lovingly, he kissed the top of her head.
“Happy birthday,” he whispered. Now, Alina was smiling with him.
“Thank you,” she said. They lay silently for quite a while. When Sirius noticed that Alina was drifting back to sleep, he finally opened his mouth.
“What did you want to do today?”
“Absolutely nothing,” she said with a large grin plastered on her face as she closed her eyes and buried her head further yet into Sirius’s shoulder.
“You sure you don’t want to do anything tonight?”
“If you want to, we can. I want to do as little as a human can this morning, afternoon, whatever it is.”
“Good, because I have a surprise for you.”
“Surprises are good.” She slowly yawned before sleep got the better of her. Sirius smiled as her hand grasped his tee shirt. She tended to do this when she wanted a lazy day. On a ‘good’ lazy day, Sirius got a nice night as an expression of her gratitude for him letting her sleep.
Four years ago, if he had been with the same woman for so long, he would have cheated. He had been faithful to Alina for the three solid years of their relationship. Nothing would change that; he loved her more than anything in the world. He could tell that she loved him by the way she whispered his name in the dark or moaned his name in the heat of the moment. The fact that the only woman Sirius had ever loved, loved him back meant the world to him.
He smiled as he looked down at Alina’s sleeping figure. He pulled her closer than she already was to him and kissed her on the top of the head. Slowly, he found himself enjoying her lazy day, and he fell asleep.
“Are you ready to go yet?” said Sirius impatiently as Alina got ready in the bathroom. It was nearly eight o’clock and they had already had supper. Now, he was ready to take her out on his flying motorcycle. Of course, she didn’t know about his owning a motorcycle, let alone a flying one.
She’s going to be mad at you, mate.
Nah, she’ll like it.
Sure she will…
“Okay, okay, I’m ready,” Alina said as she opened the bathroom door.
It took her that long to put on jeans and a tee shirt? Bloody hell!
“Good,” Sirius said, taking her hand a dragging her out of the apartment.
As they arrived in the vacant lot of grass behind their apartment building, the humidity in the air nearly knocked Sirius off his feet. Gasping for air, he spotted his motorcycle. Oh, how he loved that thing. It was like his baby. The shininess of the deep blue, metallic paint, the wheels, and oh! The vroom it made was priceless!
“This,” Sirius said slowly as he guided Alina to the motor bike, “is my baby.”
“That’s your baby?” Alina said, dumbstruck. Sirius nodded and got on; revving the engine to play the sound that he loved so much. She reluctantly joined him and wrapped her arms around his waist after putting a helmet on.
“Hold on tight!” Sirius shouted as he allowed it to fly into the air. The breeze felt wonderful on his face. It was cool and crisp, allowing him to escape anything wrong in the world.
“It flies?” she breathed. Sirius nodded and flew it across London. He showed her every wonder of the city he could think of. From the majestic Buckingham Palace to the legendary Big Ben Clock Tower to the medieval London Bridge and Tower, he showed her everything. His personal favorite sight of London was the skyline. He loved those modern things, no matter how silly it was.
“It was beautiful, Sirius.” Her quiet voice was barely audible between the wind and the motorcycle’s engine. He had just begun to fly down to the front of Big Ben when she had said this. There were no Muggles nearby, so now was as good a time as any to land. Alina blindly handed him her helmet as she looked up at the enormous clock.
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Sirius said as he watched her look on in awe. She simply nodded and Sirius stood next to her, grasping her hand. He allowed her to watch the legendary clock for a few moments while he made sure that he had the ring. Luckily, he did.
“Alina, I wanted to ask you something,” he said, bending down on his knee and pulling the smooth velvet box from his pocket. Tears of joy filled Alina’s eyes as he opened the box. Words seemed to escape him as she waited for him to say his peace.
She said nothing, just waited for him to continue while staring passersby gawked. He rudely shooed them off so that he could do this somewhat privately; it was embarrassing enough that words fell off his tongue before he got the chance to say them without people he didn’t know watching.
“I love you, Alina and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I swear I’ll do whatever it may take for you to stay with me forever. I’ll care for you, and I’ll never do any of the things I’ve done to you that have hurt you. Will you be my wife?” She nodded viciously as he slipped the ring on her finger and she choked back her tears to find words.
“Of course I will,” she said as he stood up. She kissed him passionately, though many people had watched his proposal. It was as though no one in the world existed except for Sirius and Alina.
Neither of them could sleep that night, so they stayed up. Sirius had his back against the arm of the couch and Alina was sitting between his legs, reading a book. On the other hand, Sirius was listening to the highlights of that night’s professional Quidditch game on the wireless. The Cannons had lost the game; there was no surprise about that.
Alina put her book down tiredly and yawned, gently placing her hand on Sirius’s thigh. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“I love you,” he whispered. An exhausted smile spread across Alina’s soft lips.
“I love you too.”
They sat silently for a few moments, just listening to the sounds of the night. The crickets were chirping in the summer air while the June breeze filtered through the tress, rustling their leaves.
“When should we get married?” Alina said.
“We’re young; we have plenty of time to think about that,” Sirius said, kissing the top of her head.
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