Emma prided herself on her control and on her ability to stay cool, calm, and collected under any circumstance. She didn't fall apart. She didn't make a scene. She didn't cause ripples. But right now? Right now, she was unable to grab hold of the control she so desperately coveted. It wasn't as though she hadn't been expecting a proposal but she hadn't been expecting him to be so loving and tender.They were both rational human beings and weren't ones to discuss love and everything that went with it. So, when she started crying, she felt as though a damn of emotion had burst from her.
"I'm sorry," she managed to get out, face buried in his shirt, voice muffled. "It's the hormones. They're awful." Everything felt amplified and as though it was so much more than it actually was. Of course, all of this had happened so very fast but she was glad it was with him. There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him. Emma had never been in love before. Not like this.
As his hand rubbed soothing circles, Emma began to calm down, only a few hiccuped sobs escaping her. Leaning back, she delicately wiped her eyes, trying to find some semblance of normalcy and calm that she had. Of course, it was hard to put that wall up but, somehow, she managed to compose herself. Reaching for the box, she pulled out the ring and stared at it. It was gorgeous and so exquisitely her.
She handed him the box, glancing up, meeting his gaze and managed a watery smile. "Would you put it on me?" she asked, softly.