Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 69

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Fake Fiancée - Season 1 - Episode 69

We then walked inside and immediately, I was greeted with a large plasma screen on the far wall. I laughed. That was definitely Henry’s doing. There wasn’t a lot of furniture yet, but on the porch in the backyard was a small table with aromatic food and rosemary candles. See? I knew we were having dinner.

“Mmm, it smells great Henry.”
He winked. “I know.”
I started on the sirloin steak he had cooked and for a while, we chatted about Henry’s upcoming gig. He already had enough money to last a lifetime, but he still wanted to do something other than sit at home, so he liked to do a few gigs at bars. He’s written a few songs, but doesn’t plan on becoming famous – he uses a pseudonym, just for fun and privacy matters. Our conversation then turned quiet because we were both eating. Suddenly, as I lifted the fork to my mouth, I heard a song playing softly and I frowned. Where was that coming from? Was that the neighbours?
“Henry?”

“Yep,” he replied, popping the ‘P’.
“Do you hear that?”
“As a matter of a fact, I do.” He then proceeded stand up and walked slowly towards me, making me fidget with my fingers. What was he doing? “Lainie, will you dance with me?”

I blinked. He planned for the music to play? “But we’re still eating …”
“Don’t worry, we can eat later,” Henry replied chuckling.

Hesitantly, I put my hand in his and he sharply pulled me to him. I let out a surprised gasp and before I knew it, he was waltzing me around while ‘Hero’ by Enrique Iglesias was playing in the background. I rested my head on Henry’s shoulder, contented, while he whispered the lyrics in my ear.

“I can be your hero baby … I can kiss away your pain … I will stand by you forever … you can take my breath away …”
I smiled like an eleven year old girl as he sung the heartfelt lyrics of the song to me. Had he chosen the song for a particular reason?
With my arms locked around his neck and his arms resting on my waist, we danced like this through the whole song. Our bodies moved slowly and swayed perfectly to the beat. The only blunder was when I accidentally stepped on Henry’s shoe, and we had awkwardly stumbled to the side. When I could tell it was slowly coming to an end, I sighed. Dancing with Henry was quite calming, especially with my eyes closed and his husky voice singing to me.

“You can take my breath away … you can take my breath away … Lainie, will you marry me …”

I jumped. Had I heard that right? Had he just really sung that line?

Henry chuckled and my heart pounded faster as I watched him struggle to take something out of his pocket. Since he had sung to me if I would marry him, it would quite obvious what he would take out, but I didn’t dare dream …
A smooth, silver band with three stones made my eyes widen. The middle stone was a beautiful amethyst sparkling in the moonlight and two smaller diamonds sat beside it.
This was real. This was happening. This wasn’t a dream.

“I want to do this right,” I heard Henry mutter as he sank down on one knee. I felt so … so feminine standing there in the summer night’s air, staring into those pair of gorgeous eyes.

“Lainie, from the first time I met you I knew you were different, and – hey! Don’t make that face.” He laughed as I scrunched up my nose. “Before I met you, I wasn’t perfect. Heck, I still ain’t perfect, but you make me strive hard to be perfect … for you. Trust me on this, I promise you that I’ll treat you the way you deserve to be treated and I promise I will love you forever. Yes, I’m talking about after I die as well.”

A small smile grew on my face as I felt his small speech tug at my heartstrings. “I promise I’ll love you too,” I whispered.
“Hey, I’m supposed to be making the promises here,” Henry joked. I giggled and felt heat rise in my cheeks. Then in a softer tone, he continued. “The last time I proposed to you, it wasn’t a proper one. So now I’m going to ask you … will you marry me Lainie? Will you be my real pancake wife?”

I laughed as I remembered he had asked the same thing when he had ‘ proposed’ at the Wilshire restaurant in Los Angeles, but instead he had said, ‘ fake pancake wife’.
“Of course, Henry!”

With that, he slipped the ring ever so carefully on my fourth finger and placed a light kiss on it. I then drew him in for a hug and I couldn’t help but think that once upon a time, I had just been a part of Steve and Henry’s plan for fame – his fake fiancée. And now?
Well, I was finally his real fiancée.