"Oh my god that was so embarrassing, Sam! How will I face them again?" I pinched Mon's cheek.
"May I remind you that I'm a victim here as well? I was just trying to work when you decided to eat me out in the middle of our shift." Mon hid her face in her hands, I laughed. "It's okay baby. They will probably tease you about it for a bit, but then they will forget and move on." Mon groaned.
"Not helping, Sam!" I laughed.
"Let's go home." Mon and I got into Ms. Duanpen and started driving home.
I keep saying home as if Mon lives with me and it's actually our home. It's how I feel, but Mon still stays over at her parent's house every week. I haven't even asked her if she wants to live with me and if she does whether she wants to live in the mansion or if she wants to live somewhere else. My mind was spiraling out of control with these unanswered questions, and I felt doubtful.
"Teerak, are you okay?"
"What do you think about my house?" She looked confused.
"What do you mean?" I breathed in deeply.
"I mean...do you like it? Hate it? Would you like to make some changes to it??" Mon chuckled.
"I mean it's your house, teerak. Yeah, it's beautiful. I'm not really a decorator so I don't know if it needs changes though." My house...
"Do you want to make changes to it?" She thought about it for a second.
"Well, it is a bit dark, but that's how you like it. Why would I change your house, teerak?"
"Ok hold that thought while we get home." She just shrugged and put on some music. I parked Ms. Duanpen in the garage, opened her door dragging her inside the house.
"Teerak, what's going on??" We walked upstairs and I took her to the guest room. "Why are we in here?" I leaned on the door.
"Do you like that dresser?" Mon looked between the dresser and me.
"Yeah, I guess." I sighed.
"Go check out the dresser please." Mon walked over to it and slid her fingers on the material. She opened the first drawer and gasped.
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Mon took the ring out of the drawer and looked at me.
"I don't want you to misinterpret me. I love the ring that we share. I've actually had this ring for years. It was my mother's wedding ring. My grandmother thought about giving it to Kirk to propose, but I hid it and told her that it was lost. I didn't think an arranged marriage would fulfill the significance of this ring." I breathed in deeply fighting back the tears. "When we started dating, I kept thinking about it. I thought that if one day we were still together and we felt ready to take the next step I could give it to you. Then you proposed and it was perfect, so I left the ring here." I walked towards her.
"Today, I'm using this ring as a different kind of proposal." Mon had tears in her eyes. "I know I always say home as if this is your home already, but I want you to feel that way. We can go see your parents whenever you want, we can even bring little Sam here with us, but I want this to be your home." I grabbed her hands and kissed them. "Baby, I want you to move in with me officially. I want you to bring your clothes and your things here. I want you to decorate however you like until you feel like this is your home too. I want to wake up every morning and see your face. I want to go to sleep at night holding onto you. I want our kids to grow up here." Mon smiled widely. "A-and if you don't like this house, we can choose a different one, one that we both like. I won't live in anything smaller than this house that's my only condition, but I swear any house will do because to me it doesn't matter where we are as long as we're together, so what do you say?" She put the ring on her finger and pulled me into a hug kissing me.
"Yes! Yes to living together, yes to this house, yes to our kids and yes to you being the woman of my dreams." She pressed our foreheads together and I closed my eyes happily. "I want to share everything with you. I want to love you without limits. I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. I want to become Mrs. Samanun Anuntrakul." I moved a strand of hair that was covering her eye behind her ear. "But I want you to talk to your grandmother before I move in here." I immediately stopped smiling.
"Don't look at me like that, Sam. I know she's back in Bangkok and I've seen you avoiding her calls." I moved away and leaned against the dresser. "I know how important she is to you. I won't move in until you talk to her face to face and tell her about us. I know she might not approve, but I want you to know that I will do everything I can so I can get her to like me." She moved my face towards her. "Your family and your happiness will never be complete unless she's also here with you. She can hate my guts for the rest of our lives, but I won't give up without a fight. If she's not capable of liking me, I will at least get her to tolerate me and the idea of us being together." I looked away for a moment. "Sam." I looked back at her. "Promise me you will talk to her. Only then will I move in with you."
"I-I'm scared, Mon. My grandmother's approval is all I've ever wanted. What if I talk to her and somehow, she convinces that this is a mistake? What if I choose her instead of us? I can't risk losing you. I just can't." Mon placed her hands on my face and pulled me in for a kiss.
"If she somehow manages to find a way to convince you that our love is not worth it, I swear I'll fight every single day to convince you that we are until you come back to me." I smiled. "I can't imagine my life with anyone else so if I have to fight for us to be together I will. And I'll never stop fighting because you're worth it." I hugged her tightly and cried into her arms.
I sometimes forget that Mon can see right through me. My insecurities about being abandoned and not being enough always resurface when my grandmother is in the mix. I love that Mon reminds me that I'm someone worthwhile and that she will be there for me. I'm learning to love myself more and more every day. I never dreamed of having someone like this that could love and care for me so deeply, but now that I've got her, I'm not willing to let her go that easily.
