#lukelly

 Lukas gently pressed his soft lips to her forehead, breathing in the soft citrusy-vanilla scent of her hair.  He smiled, just a little, despite his nerves and responded to her question.  “I do,” he stated in a soft voice, “would you like to hear them?”  The giggle and nod he got in response urged him to keep talking.

“Well, I think we could find a place of our own.”  He pictured his idea of the perfect home; a small, cozy cabin in a wooded area, perhaps by a lake.  There were fields there, too, with tall grass and colorful flowers in the spring.  He would go out and pick some for her, bringing them inside their house and putting them in a nice vase.  Kelly smiled at the thought of her and Lukas’s own home, which he took as a sign to keep going.

“We could build it and it won’t be very big but it’ll be perfect for us, I think,” he paused to pull her closer to him.  “I would like it to be a nice, forest area, you know?  But not too much forest.”

Kelly nuzzled into the soft fabric of his undershirt.  “Like, with a pretty creek and some hills and fields?” she asked, hoping he was thinking something along her lines.

“Exactly like that,” he agreed, “we could have flowers and a place for the goats.”  Typical Lukas, she noted, always thinking of the goats. 

“Keep going,” she urged him.  Kelly placed a light kiss on his collarbone as she listened.

“Uh, we could walk around on the fields.  When it gets cold, we can chop our own firewood.”  He was reluctant to tell her some of the more important details of their dream home, but supposed he would have to say something to her sometime.  The girl in his arms looked up at him with bright green eyes.

“Lukas, you don’t suppose we’ll be married by then?” she tried to ask the loaded question without making it seem like she was rushing him to the altar; she knew a lot of men didn’t like that.

He paused, searching for the right words to say.  Lukas did want to marry Kelly, but he didn’t want to scare her off, especially so early in their relationship.  He nodded, “I think we would.  Or you will at least have a ring by then.”  Once again he kissed her forehead, waiting for her to tense up or worse.