[RP] It's now or never...my love won't wait...

[big_callahan]

I don't...I don't know, just, please don't ask me to marry you on livejournal.

Cain scowled at the comment on his screen, clicking on REPLY to answer her.

Bee, I'm not asking, I'm just asking what if. If I askedSlowly, his fingers stopped typing and he stilled. There was a tightness in his chest...a lump in his throat...and a very real kernel of

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[deep_red_bells]

Baileigh had a very bad feeling about what was coming...and as soon as she heard the bedroom door being jerked open, she knew she was right. For a moment, she merely stared at Cain upside-down from her place kicked back on the bed, then she slowly closed her laptop, set it aside and sat up, still not saying a word, merely staring at him in wide-eyed apprehension and fear.

[big_callahan]

Walking across the room, Cain knelt down to be on her level, his features as stern and stoic as ever...but his own eyes shone with a certain measure of fear, but not the kind that faltered. It was fear of the known...fear of the facts, the absolute truth he couldn't deny no matter what he did

[deep_red_bells]

She didn't want to start blubbering like an idiot, but the more he talked the harder it was to fight back the hot tears trying to gather behind her eyelids. "Cain, it's not--it's not you, it's me," she insisted, looking down at her left hand, curled tightly in the bedspread. "I'd be horrible at this. I'd be a really, really terrible wife. I'd be a terrible mother, and I know, I know you want kids, or more kids, I guess, I don't--I don't think I need to have kids. But I can't...I haven't had that many constants in my life. I've never thought that there was a chance for me to have someone that I could wake up with every morning, that I could share everything with. Someone I feel safe with. And you...you're the only person I've ever thought I could have that with. I don't want to lose that, lose you, but I don't know if I can say yes. I don't know if I can...if I can."

[big_callahan]

"Bee...if we don't have another kid but mine? I'll be happy." Cain replied, reaching out to grip her hand in his. "And yer full of shit if you think you could ever be a bad wife or mom...Hank loves you as much as I do. And being a wife...Bee, just be you. That's all I want...I don't want fucking Donna Reed or some shit, I want you."

Leaning in, he rested his forehead against hers. "If you think there's even a tiny chance you'd want me...say yes. If you really don't want me, though...then say no, and it won't hurt me. But I think you're wrong...I think you 'n me together? It's not just right, it's meant. If God were ever gonna show me a real life miracle, he did the night I walked into the Roadhouse and laid eyes on you for the first time."