Bridget Carys Llywelyn (symphony_muted) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-05-16 22:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | bridget llywelyn, saint david |
WHO: David Iwan and Bridget
WHEN: Monday evening
WHERE: cosy in Bridget's little cottage
WHAT: a quiet evening in (Originally posted by David)
WARNINGS: Schmoop
Iwan had to extract a hand to turn the page of his book. On the bed to his left, Bridget curled against him, engrossed in a book of her own. Between and on them they had two cats: one of which was trying to sleep on Iwan's chest, the other was lazily washing the other's paws. They all demanded petting. Iwan liked running his fingers through Bridget's hair when he was reading, or sitting next to her, or after sex, or any time really.
He still got headaches, though he optimistically thought they were weakening in strength and lessening in frequency, though some weeks were better than others. Still no new flashes of memory. Just living happily in their little domestic paradise. Bridget's garden was really taking off now that Spring was here, everything growing at a prodigious rate. It made Iwan happy to work outside, either with Bridget on the weekends, or on his own. He went with Bridget when she visited at the hospital, following her example in visiting people who would otherwise be alone. He liked being able to brighten the faces of elderly invalids, or lost young people, holding their hands and making them feel as if someone cared.
He put down his book and kissed the top of Bridget's head. "I'm thinking about looking for a part time job," he said, scratching the cat behind its ears. "Since I'm doing so well with helping out at the hospital. And I did alright helping out with the Sunday School yesterday."
Bridget looked up at him, putting her book to the side while so he wouldn't feel like she wasn't listening. "You do brilliantly at the hospital and Sunday School," she said with a smile. "What kind of job were you thinking?"
Iwan shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe I could be a teacher aide at the school, or a carer at a retirement home? Something to do with helping people. You inspired me," he said, giving her a loving smile.
Bridget smiled lovingly right back. "Oh do I?" she grinned. "Do I inspire you to do anything else?" she asked with a wink. "And seriously, I think you would be wonderful at either of those jobs. Kids love you and you are patient and kind and caring enough to help out at a retirement home."
Iwan smirked and kissed Bridget on the lips. "You inspire many things in me," he murmured into her ear. Then he sat back against the pillows with a sigh. "The headaches are definitely getting less, right? They're not as often as they were, I'm sure of it."
"I think they are," she said, putting a gentle hand on his cheek to reassure him. "And if you got a part-time job, I am sure they would understand the need for time out if one came on. I could always come pick you up if I needed to. We'll be fine if you don't work," she said, already referring to them as a unit that was going to continue, "but I can understand the need to get out of the house and do something. I can imagine it's been quite boring for you, you poor thing."
"Well, not too boring, I do have all these animals to keep me company," Iwan said, and grinned when one of the cats lifted her head and sighed a purr at him, before stretching and going back to sleep. "I like doing stuff for you, you know that."
"You healing up and being happy is all I want," Bridget said honestly. "But I suppose with the extra money, we could save up and go to Wales." Bridget had been thinking more and more about visiting her sister. And she had met Iwan while speaking Welsh, so he obviously had ties there as well.
"Yes! We should go!" Iwan agreed, excited by the prospect. He never knew, perhaps something would trigger a memory, or something. His English had got very good in talking to Bridget, it'd pretty much all come back, though he usually thought in Welsh. He dreamed in Welsh. "We'll have to hire a sitter for the babies, though," he teased.
Bridget laughed and she gave him a fond look. "They can stay with Rita." Rita was someone Bridget worked with, and the only person other than Iwan she would trust her animals to. "I would love to show you where I grew up. It's beautiful."
Iwan nodded, wishing he could say the same to her. "You're beautiful. Marry me," he said, without thinking. He stopped and blushed, horrified for a moment, before deciding to go with it. He took Bridget's hand in his. "Bridget Carys Llewelyn, will you marry me?" It was a spur of the moment decision, because he just felt so happy with her, and his life felt so damn short.
Bridget had been smiling at and then her heart skipped a beat as he proposed to her. Iwan was proposing to her?! He didn't even know who he was! He didn't know if he had a family or a home or where he was from. And even so, she found herself whispering, "yes" before she could even think about all the ways that this was a bad idea. She had only known him a few months, but she loved him. She loved him.
"Of course," she said, still breathless. She sat up then, her hand on her chest, trying to catch her breath. "Of course I'll marry you, Iwan."
Iwan laughed and blushed and then kissed Bridget, displacing both cats as he threw his arms around her and pulled her in tight. "I love you so much," he said, kissing her again. "Thank you, thank you thank you! I'm sorry, I don't have a ring, but-"
"I love you too," Bridget said, laughing as Iwan pulled her close. She hadn't expected a ring, as it seemed he had been just as surprised by his request as she was. "I don't care about a ring, just you," she said, kissing him deeply. "I love you, Iwan."