--Don’t stop believin’
Hold on to the feelin’
A few months past and Evan had finally woke up from his coma. Everyone was relieved that he was okay and that no serious damage had happened. He had to go through some physical therapy because of where he had gotten shot though. And I went with him. Mostly to keep him company and to drive him there. His parents still didn’t trust him to drive himself. Also Kathleen was back in school so it wasn’t possible for her to drive him.
Nigel had been tried for attempted murder and domestic abuse a few months past, while Evan was in his coma. I told him all about it and he seemed to visibly relax after, his cocky demeanor somewhat coming back. My conscious felt much better with him behind bars. He got ten years for attempting to murder Evan and two years and a twenty-five-hundred dollar fine for the domestic abuse he caused to me. Which he’ll be paying off forever since he never had a job and I know his parents won’t bail him out because of what he’s done. They finally realized that their son is a bad influence and don’t want to continue to contribute to his bad habits.
My face has fully returned back to normal. I did end up with some brain damaged, but I figured that since I had been being beaten for a while. Also I had a scar by my right temple. Evan always kissed me their tenderly, which I knew meant that he was thinking about that night.
Also during the time that I had been in the hospital, Declan had been with Aunt Clarisse and Uncle Rob. They didn’t want him spending all his time at the hospital. Which is understandable since he’s six and shouldn’t be in a hospital. He should be outside, having fun and being a six year old. Not stuck in a hospital, where it’s all depressing. But now he’s back with Evan and me at Evan’s parents’ house. They were kind enough to let the both of us live there after what had happened with Nigel.
I looked up from my book as a pair of legs showed up in my line of vision. I smiled at Evan. “Hey,”
“Hi,” He smiled back at me. “Guess what?”
I put on my thinking face, fake guessing really hard. “That you love me and want to buy me ice cream for driving you to all your appointments?”
He laughed. I’m still glad I can make him laugh. “No, silly.” He kissed my forehead. “Mike said that today was my last physical therapy session.”
“That’s great!” I leapt up and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him. I leaned back from him. “Let’s go do something. My treat!” I smiled happily at him.
“Well then,” He continued to smile at me. “I’ll have to think about that now.” He pulled me closer to him, thinking. “How about we go to Italy for some gelato?” He suggested.
I laughed at that. There were some perks to dating a rich guy. Even though that’s not why I’m dating him. It’s just a bonus. “As you wish.” I pulled away from him to pack my book away and grab his car keys to drive to the airport. As we left the building, I asked, “Are you sure your parents aren’t using the jet this time?”
“Yes, Bella. They’re not gonna travel right now since Kat just started school again.”
“Okay then.” I unlocked the car. Before getting in I gave him a serious look. “Are you good to fly?”
He chuckled at my seriousness. “I’m not going to be flying the plane, Bella. I’ll be fine.”
“Alright, then.” We both got in and then I started the car and drove to the airport.
Flying on the jet, cuddled up to Evan, is one of the nicest ways to travel by plane in my opinion—when flying—so far. This is the first time we’ve been to Europe since I turned eighteen and got my passport so I could go see the world. Considering the circumstances, it’s pretty understandable why we haven’t left yet.
After being on the jet for about ten hours, my legs were asleep from being snuggled up to Evan. It felt like there were pins and needles in my feet as I stood up, getting ready to leave.
I said goodbye to George, the pilot, as we disembarked the jet.
“Have a nice time, Mr. Porter and Ms. Bella.” George told us as we walked down the jet stairs.
“Thanks, George,” Evan told him.
Once we left the airport, we entered into the bustling city of Rome, Italy. The view was breathtaking. It was better than what I could have ever imagined in my whole life. Smiling, I turned to Evan. “So, where do you want to go?”
“I hear that Il Gelato di San Crispino has some pretty good gelato.” Evan told me with a smile on his face.
I quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh, really? And where did you hear that?”
“Oh, you know. I hear things.” Was all that he was going to give me, even if I pleaded with him.
I rolled my eyes. “C’mon. Let’s go get a taxi to take us there.”
It took us a little bit over half an hour to get there. Evan was all giddy like a child and it was completely adorable. The place was crowded when we entered in, but nonetheless, I was patient enough to get him some gelato.
After we got gelato we walked out into the street and took a walk around Rome. We eventually found a set of steps to sit on as we ate our gelato. Mine was chocolate flavored while Evan tried a pear flavored one. I took a taste of his and it wasn’t that bad.
“So, Bella,” Evan started.
“Hm?” I looked at him with my spoonful of gelato in my mouth.
“You’re too cute.” He poked my nose.
I smiled with my spoon in my mouth.
“But really,” He leaned back into the stairs. “What would you think of getting married in Italy?”
My spoon fell out of my mouth. Evan laughed at me. “Are you serious?!”
“Yes,” Evan said while laughing.
“Like serious, serious?”
“Yes, I’m very serious.” Evan said smiling. “So, what do you think about it?”
I just stared at him, shocked and giddy that Evan, gorgeous Evan Porter, wanted to marry me. A little nobody from a small town in Michigan.
“Well…” I placed the gelato on the step beside me.
“Well what?” Evan was not patient enough to wait.
“Yes!” I exclaimed. “Yes, I’ll marry you!” I wrapped my arms around his neck as I answered him.
Evan laughed at me, happy that I said yes. He hugged me back.
I leaned away from him. “You don’t mean right now, do you?”
His light green eyes sparkled, happy. “No, not right now. In a few years if that’s alright with you.” His eyes turned questioning.
I smiled. “That’s fine with me.” I gave him a quick kiss. “I’d like to travel anyways first before I settle down.”
“Why don’t we start traveling now?”
“Really?” My eyes sparkled with the excitement of the possibility of that. But then I hesitated. “What about Declan? We can’t just leave without letting your parents know on such short notice.”
“I’ll call them later today.” Evan said, smiling at me. “They’ll be happy to take care of him. He’s a good kid.”
“He is a good kid, isn’t he?” I smiled to myself thinking of Declan. That kid is adorable, just like Evan.
“So…” Evan wrapped an arm around my waist. “How about we get married two years from today?”
I smiled brightly, so happy to spend the rest of my life with this amazing guy by my side. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
We put our foreheads together, in a happy blissful peace. Our own world turning into something bigger than what the both of us could have imagined.
Now I won’t stop believing in the people around me.