#romanticimagine

I'm bored and I want to write. I can do fluff, smut, personal imagines, etc. I'm also ok with cursing, but if cursing makes you uncomfortable specify in your request

I know its long and the date was a month ago, but I was too inspired. Read to the end.

I woke up not as early as usual. Today was 8th March, the International women’s day. Renato was really kind and let me take the day off to celebrate me being a woman. It felt so good to sleep until the sun has actually risen. I woke up with my hair up on a bun, blankets neatly over me and one beautiful white rose on the side of the bed where Christopher was usually sleeping. He was so sweet to me, making me feel like a real queen. It was the best thing to wake up and see one beautifully scented rose next to me.

Christopher had already gotten ready and gone down to the hotel lobby to join the other four for breakfast before they head out to do some radio interviews and the sound check for the concert they had the same night. Six years had gone by since I met Christopher and the fire between us exploaded. The way we met was a litle funny, yet incredible. I had just arrived to the US and finished my makeup artist course. I applied everywhere I could. Probably it was fate, but a month after I applied for a boy band travelling makeup artist, I got called up. The day I went to my interview I was nervously shaking for some reason. The interview was in Sony Music Latin in Miami. I entered the hallway still being nervous. I saw five boys playing European football with a ball made out of paper wrapped in duckt tape. Three of them were with their back to me. One of them started walking backwards, he didn’t know I was behind him and that’s why he was just as surprised when he bumped into me. He turned around to catch me from falling, but slipped instead and we both fell on the floor. He quickly stood up and helped me, saying he was sorry in the mean while. The other four were laughing so hard that Renato, who interviewed me at the time, came out of his office to see what was happening. The boy, who was Christopher, was turning red of embarrassment. Something between us clicked at that moment. He looked into my eyes and smiled kindly. He let go of me only when Renato cleared his throat loud enough for all the building to hear him. That day was, in a matter of fact, 8th March. And here we were, six years later. I was their makeup artist and travelled the world with them and I was calling myself Chris’ girlfriend. My life had changed so much since, but for the better. And today not only I had a celebration, we also had an anniversary.

I got out of bed, took a shower and got ready. Then I went down for breakfast. The boys were still eating and about to leave in a few minutes. I approached them and smiled. They had ordered me coffee and my favourite veggie breakfast. They knew I would come down on ime to eat together. They all smiled back at me as I sat down.

“Feliz día de la mujer!” They said in one voice as each pulled out one white rose from under the table. My eyes watered up. I was shown one more time how lucky I was to have them in my life as my friends, as my co-workers and as my brothers. Looking back, who would have guessed I would be known as travelling makeup artist, let alone having breakfast with the hottest boy band in Latin America and holding the roses they have given me. I quickly brushed my tears and put the rosses carefully on the chair next to me. They had to go do their interviews and sound check, they stood up and excused themselves. Before they left me alone I got a kiss from all of them. Richard kissed my forehead, Erick kissed my cheek, Joel placed a kiss on the top of my head, Zabdi kissed my hand and Chris gave me a quick peck on my lips.

I wasn’t mad that I had to finish my breakfast alone. They had to do their resposibilities and yet they had the time to buy me flowers, order my favorite food and, of course, tag me and their moms on their IG stories. How could I be mad at them for such thing? After I finished eating, I made sure to call all of the moms and sisters in our extended musical family, as well as my mom. Working with so many latinas, I learned spanish really fast. Of course, I went to my IG and recorded a quick video for my fans and friends.

The rest of the day went by fast. I had forgotten what it is like to be free all day. Their interviews were over, as well as the sound check, the fans were already piling up in the stadium. I spent my time at the hotel trying outfits and makeup looks while my team got the boys ready behind the scenes. An hour before the concert started, Renato came and took me with his car. I was starting to feel something was happening behind my back. Little did I know how right I was. 

We arrived at the stadium just in time. I went behind the scenes, we did our traditional good luck hand over hand salute, they all gave me the usual cheek kiss good luck and I sent them on stage. Renato insisted I should go up front and watch the concert. That was strange, though. He never insisted on me doing things like that, because he knew I would do it anyways. Even though, I did as I was told. The concert was more than amazing. As usual, fans were pulled on stage, roses were given as a present for being such dedicated fans. One of the girls pulled up on stage even got a proposal. I was thinking to myself that this day couldn’t get any better, I was wrong, of course. You know how it happens exactly the opposite when you think it can not get any better or any worse. There are the Murphy laws.

I continued watching the concert and admiring the sweet proposal this girl had. Almost at the end of the concert the music didn’t transition from song to song, but stopped. Christopher looked at me, smiled and brought his mic to his mouth and started talking. “Before we sing the last song for tonight, which is also very symbolic to us, to me, I want to thank you all. Miami has always been a place of memories and emotions to me. Seven years ago I came to this country to work, a year later I came here, in Miami, and auditioned for La Banda. That’s when I met the most amazing woman in my life, my lovely girlfriend. She was new to the country, too. I would like to bring her here, on stage, but you have to help me. Call her up with me, c’mon!”

Everybody started scanding my name. A heatwave spread along my body. I had a tangling sensation in my stomach. I had the feeling this would not be only a thankful speech. Anyways, I tried to caml myself down as I walked up on stage. When I got there, the audience started clapping and cheering. Chris stretched his hand out for mine. I went up to him and took his hand as he continued talking. “This woman, that I have the priviledge to hold hands with, is the best thing Miami could have given me. I remember the first time I looked in her eyes. I knew nothing would ever be the same again. Today not only we celebrate her being a woman, we celebrate our sixth anniversary.” At this point I was already crying and shaking. He turned to me, looked me in the eyes and went on." The way we met was so funny. I bumped into her, practically I fell on top of her. That was the best thing I could do. It changed my life forever. I am who I am because of you. You made me believe in everything I do, in everything I dream of. I can’t believe I had gotten so lucky to have you by my side. For six years we built a life I was used seeing only in movies. We have a beautiful home, that we rarely have the chance to enjoy. I hear ‘I love you’ everyday and that makes me the happiest man. You share my smiles, my tears, my dreams, my ups and downs. My life is perfect the way it is. There is only one thing missing, mi amor. That is a ring on you finger” as he said that he pulled out a velvet ring box from his pocket and got down on one knee. I started crying even more. My hand went up to my mouth. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. My feeling was right, there really was something happening behind my back, but all was worth it. The boys started jumping behind me, everyone started cheering. I looked at Chris, he was crying, too. I have imagined this moment so many times, but I never could have thought it would be that perfect. Chris started talking again, his voice cracking “Bebé, mi amor, mi vida, te casarías conmigo?”

My makeup was already ruined from all the tears. I couldn’t think, nor speak. I nodded and managed somehow to shout “Sí” before I threw myself around his neck. Everybody started cheering again. I was still shaking as he slipped the ring on my finger. He stood up and hugged me, sweeping me off of my feet. Zadbi screamed on his mic “She said yes”. The crowd was screaming, the band started to play ‘Primera cita’. As Chris put me down I saw Richard coming towards us shaking one big bottle of champaign. He opened it and started splashing it on us. At the same time Joel came towards me with one big bouquet of red roses. I wasn’t really realizing what had just happened to me. When I first came to America, when I went to Sony Music for my interview I never knew my life would change so much. But I wouldn’t trade for the world. That was the best night in my entire life. 

It was Christmas eve. I loved that time of the year. All the presents, the festive spirit, all the cooking and all the happy children, all of those things always made me smile and anticipatingly wait for the holidays. 

As most of the five years of dating Chris, this year we were spending Christmas and New Years in Ecuador with his family. This year he insisted to bring along my family too. He didn’t take no as an answer. So here we were. My parents, his family and us two around the table. His mom made amazing dinner. The whole table was filled with food.She was amazing cook, no wonder from where Johnatan learned to cook.

For a few moments the only thing you could hear were spoons and forks hitting the plates. I have to admit though that Chris was strangely nervous all day and as the time was going by he was getting more and more nervous. A few times throughout the day I asked him what was going on and he simply made a silly excuse and changed the subject. But I could clearly see he was anxious for something. I thought it was because of my parents being present but yet he knew them for quite some time.

As the dinner went on and we finished our meals, little conversations kicked in. Johnatan and Chris were exchanging looks behind the camera, as the celebrity he was he was recording everything from morning to night. I was used to it already. I didn’t even acknowledge the camera rolling.

We talked for travelling, for food and a lot more but the looks between the brothers kept being exchanged. I decided to take their attention and bring them to the presents. That’s when Chris started questioning his brother with eyes. Like he had hidden a bomb in one of the boxes.

However, we started exchanging the presents and everyone started ripping paper and opening boxes. I loved how excited everyone was. Finally it was my turn. I opened present after present until there was only one left. 

“I want you to open it and tell me what you think” Chris said as he passed the camera down to his brother.

I smiled and ripped off the paper in one motion. I opened the box excited to see the present, instead I was met by another box. I opened it only to find another box. 

“Chris what did you do? How many boxes are there?”

“Just keep opening them” I did as I was told. After I had opened six bigger boxes, I was presented another one,the last, Cartier box. You know their red velvet box of rings and earing, I could never tell wrong a Cartier box.

“Oh, baby, you went back and took the earings I liked the other day.” I said surprised of how sweet he was. I opened the box expecting to see the blue diamond earings but it was empty. My face kind of dropped. I was confused already. Until Chris pulled something from his pocked and bit his lip. “To get your present you first have to say yes.” he said. At that moment everything started getting together and making sense. All those looks, all this nervousness had a reason. 

He got down on one knee and at that point I was already crying. He was holding the perfect diamong ring in his hand. I could see how the tears gloomed his eyes but he didn’t let them down.

“You have put up with me for five years and I can’t imagine where I would have been now if you weren’t next to me, surporting me every step of the way. I can’t imagine waking up to anyone else but you. You would make me the happiest man on Earth if you say yes. So I am going to ask you....Will you marry me? Will you be my Mrs. Velez?” 

Everyone remained silent for my answer. I was crying so much. I was happy, surprised and so many emotions battled in me. “Yes, of course I will. A thousand times yes.” I said. Everyone started clapping and cheering. He slipped the ring on my finger. Like it was made for my hand. I gave his lips a soft kiss and threw myself around his neck. That was the moment when he started crying too. I have never seen him cry. “Te quiero mucho, bebé” he whispered in my ear. “Yo te quiero también, mi amor.” I said. How could he be this perfect? How could this moment be so perfect? I couldn’t bring myself around how lucky I was with a man like him.