The Bad Boy Has A Soft Spot

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Roselia's POV

Just like the stars, my eyes were twinkling. Just like the moon, his light was shining to give me life. Just like the candles, my heart was warm and bubbly. Just like the Earth and sun, I felt my world shift and revolve around him.

We were enjoying dinner at a fancy restaurant right in the heart of NYC. Although the actual restaurant was packed, Jasper managed to reserve a private place on the gazebo at the back of the restaurant in the outdoors. The wind was gentle like the eyes that gazed at me. The hanging lights on top of us bestowed an enchantment upon us and teleported us into a different universe where problems didn't exist.

"I still don't understand how you managed all this." I pointed to the lights, candles and everything sheltered under the white gazebo with a grin on my face. I haven't yet touched my appetizer which says a lot about how much I appreciated his effort in making all this happen.

With a chuckle, he replied softly after taking a sip of his wine, "I had to pull some strings." His green eyes acknowledged the adoration I had for him and he relaxed in his seat at the opposite side of me at our rounded table. "Everything for you, flower."

I smiled and began to enjoy the pepperoni bread as my appetizer. He had everything planned out, from the meals to the seats, the private orchestra playing jazzy tunes beside us and the overall picturesque view of himself in a handsome black suit.

"Thank you." My brown eyes displayed full gratitude and love for him. Never have I ever been treated the way he was capable of treating. And he knew that, hence, the smirk on his lips never wavered.

"I never thought I'd do this for someone." He took a bite of his appetizer and cleansed his palate with more wine. His emerald eyes locked into mine, making sure I digested what he said next. "You challenge me to become the best person in the world. I tend to be more myself around you." He ran his fingers through his hair, allowing the light to fall on all the right places on his chiselled face.

"Are you confessing to me you're a romantic?" I teased as I ate. I didn't have to ask him that. Based on his actions this past week, I wouldn't have to doubt one thing.

He was an eternal romantic.

And how lucky was I to have fished him out of the water.

"Sorta." He chuckled nervously. "You make me want to be a romantic." His smirk was replaced with a genuine smile.

"I'm delighted to know that." I wiped a napkin over my mouth to remove any remaining bread on my mouth just as the waiters brought in the main course and took back our empty plates. "What else do I make you want to be?"

In front of me laid a plate of scallops seared to perfection and drizzled on top of it was a glistening mystery sauce. The aroma had my mouth watering and I was already halfway to devouring it.

"A father."

My eyes widened in shock and I forgot the heavenly texture of the scallops in my mouth. I had stopped chewing entirely as my mind drifted to the wonderful possibility of the future. Him and me in the countryside with our children running around our 100-acre land. Few of them have eyes just like their father and the rest of them spend their lives sass-talking their father just like me. We'd always spend our evenings in the front porch on a wooden bench and watch the sunset in each other's arms. Just us, together, forever and just thinking about it pricked the corner of my eyes with moisture.

Rubbing the corner of my eyes with my index finger, I sniffed the snot building up in my nose. "I think that's the best thing anyone has ever said to me." Unlike Jasper, I lubricated my mouth with lemon tea.