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Pillow talk

POV David

She said yes, from that moment forward, the night was a blur. I was beyond happy. I was so worried she wouldn't like the ring, it was so plain compared to all the others offered, but it was the only one that reminded me of Lauren. She was breathtaking beyond the surface, and her scars were proof of her strength. 

I don't know the moment that I realized that she was speaking to me again until we were lying in bed at the hotel.

"Do you really want to marry me?" Lauren faced me, while laying against the oversized pillow in our suite in the New York City hotel.

"There is nothing I want more." I wanted to be with her, protect her, take care of her. I wanted to be her everything.

"Then why haven't we done more? I don't mean we haven't been romantic, but I know you feel the pull like I do. I see it when we are close and I feel it when we are near. I know I excite you." She blushed. "You excite me to. Are you ashamed of my past? Because I'm still shy about it, but I trust you wouldn't hurt me."

"This evening in the bar, you triggered something in me that shut the whole world out and all I wanted was you, I can't describe it beyond that, it was overwhelming." I took a second and then sat up. I had to say more, but I didn't think I could face her while I said it. "There is something holding me back and I want to tell you Lauren."

Lauren sat up beside me, then positioned herself behind me and wrapped her legs around me. Then pulling me back against her chest she stroked my head softly, waiting for me to open up to her. I ran my hand up against her smooth calf, lifting her nightgown and running my hand up her inner thigh. Her legs tighten their hold on my chest for a moment. I knew she was feeling the same pull I felt. The need and desire, but we both had scars from our pasts. How do we overcome that?  

"I'm afraid I'll hurt you. Just the thought of hurting you has me so torn up inside, I'm terrified of it happening." I tipped my head back and hoped she would not storm out of the room and my life after I confessed. She tipped her chin down and I could tell she was thinking. 

"Why would you hurt me?"

"Because that's what I do. Lauren, I thought I was different from my father, and I might be, but I'm still a monster. I still murdered women. So many innocent women. You deserve so much better then me, I'm not worth your love."

"Would hurting me, make you happy?"

"Never, I never want to see you in pain. The thought makes me sick to my stomach to remember how you were that night I found you." I was flustered to think about hurting her, I pulled myself off the bed and paced in front of her.

"Would killing me satisfy an urge?" Lauren turned and kicked her feet over the edge of the bed, to sit facing me while I paced.

"To live without you is not living. I want you with me forever. Lauren you are my life now." I fell to my knees before her and laid my head in her lap.

"David, you're not your father. Who you were before, that man is gone. The man you are today, the man I have sitting in my lap, he is the man I want." She smiled at me.

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POV Lauren

I could only smile at the realization. I knew now why I was so comfortable with David. We were both damaged goods in the eyes of society, but we were trying to be better for the people we loved, and that was it. I loved David.

"That's in the past David, let's leave it there. I want nothing more than to start a new beginning with the man I love." I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. "I love you Mr. Collins."

"I love you so much Lauren." He picked me up and twirled me around the room. I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. I was blissfully happy with my 

fiancé and we were going to figure out how to make peace with our pasts and build a brighter future no matter who we had to kill to accomplish it. 

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POV Lauren

The week in New York City was nothing but amazing.  David took me to see "Hello, Dolly!" on Broadway, a carriage ride through Central Park, a walk through multiple museums and we dined at so many different restaurants I thought I might not fit in any of my clothing by the end of the trip. He let me plan out so many activities, I was starting to feel like a tourist in my home state, but it made me feel like a new person. I no longer had those dreaded thoughts of coming home, looming over my head. 

It was the final day of our trip, and I knew David had it all planned out. Just the afternoon before, we had lunch with my parents and he hinted to knowing what tomorrow's day would bring. I just decided then to go with the flow, as one might do, when everything had been going swimmingly around you. 

We had checked out of the hotel early Friday morning and were sitting at a booth inside a diner a few blocks from the county courthouse. A rather cute place, modeled like a train car on the outside, and a typical streamlined diner on the inside. The noises of the city were coming alive around us and the coffee in front of me was stirring my curiosity for the day ahead.

"Can I ask, what is it you have planned for today?" I stirred sugar into my coffee and blew the steam off the top before tempting a sip. Wow that's hot.

"You can, but today should be full of surprises." David smiled, "You might want to wait a bit longer on the coffee, it's piping hot."

"It's fine." I lied, I already scalded my tongue, but I wanted more information and currently he wasn't forthcoming. "Can you tell me anything about today?"

"We are meeting your parents this morning after breakfast." David glanced down at the pasty basket the waitress delivered to the table, then slid the basket over to me. I dug through till I found a cheese danish, then smiled up. "Should have known. Lover of all things cheese."

I laughed, recalling the first time he asked me what I would eat. Then he removed a fruit tart and started drinking his coffee. 

"Where are we meeting my parents?" My coffee was finally drinkable, thankfully. 

"The courthouse." David lifted the newspaper and tried to avoid eye contact with me while I continued to pester him with questions. 

"David?" I stood up and walked over to his side of the booth to sit next to him. "Why are we meeting my parents at the courthouse this morning?" David flagged the waitress, handed her a five dollar bill. Then looked at me.

"Are you done with your breakfast?" He set the newspaper down, folded it up and left it on the table.

"What's going on? Why won't you tell me?" He couldn't keep avoiding the question.

David took his right arm and hooked it around my waist, pulling me tight against him. Then he took his left hand and cupped my face. He leaned in close, I could feel his warmth and I wanted him to kiss me.

He whispered, "We are going to be late." then lightly brushed my lips before lifting me out of the booth and onto my feet.

"You are such a tease." I pouted as I followed him out of the diner.