What a rocky start to a romance! First, Mr. I'm-Such-A-Jock-I-Don't-Need-Girls makes horrible, rude faces, (thankfully unseen by the girl next to him), then he's all "Babe!", when she turns on the heat. As for our heiress, really? Are there no other men in town? Ok, most of them ARE related to your honorary Uncle Don, and they are ALL very attractive, but what about the Brat Pack? All the buds in your personal flower garden of a club? Looks are pretty cool all the way around, stats/traits not so bad. So why do you have to focus on the jock? Whatever happened to the smexy Rez? Ok, so he's got the Lazy trait. That's not really a handicap for someone who basically is going to be a nooboo maker. Really, he looks like he would be quite interested in that position! Didn't he follow you around whenever he was here? You couldn't get rid of the guy sometimes."Look, Watcher, I have my reasons!"
"Oh yeah? Name them then because I'm completely baffled.""Ok, eye candy wise, he's pretty cute. I'd give him a 9 because he's a bit too muscle bound for my taste, but not so much so I can't enjoy those gorgeous eyes. Plus, Don mentored him in both Painting and Body Building and he's already a level 9 in both. That means he has a really good choice of careers. You said you wanted a treadmill, so he can get one if he goes Pro-Athlete, right? You said you wanted a nice bed, and he can get one if he joins Painting career. Plus, despite being a bit overly focused on sports and his body, he's really a very nice guy. I think all that jock stuff is because he's a bit shy with girls. And finally, I LIKE him. YOU said I needed to have a spouse who will provide me with nooboos for the dynasty and I chose him! End of story!"
Well, I guess I'd been told, so I quietly followed them around to see what would happen. How many trips to the gym, you ask? Too many for this couch potatoes liking, but it seemed to work. Pretty soon, Waylon was the one following her around, and from what else I saw, that's probably a good thing. Then finally, one dark, dark, night.................Way: Soooo, this is it.
Ais: Yep. Pretty cool actually.
Way: Yep. Much prettier in day time. Sorry I couldn't take you here then.
Ais: Oh, that's ok. You had training and all. And it IS pretty. Just look at that fountain! And the flowers and all.
Way: (whispers), Not half as pretty as you. I......uh......I .......
Ais: (whispers), It's ok. I do too. I know what you're trying to say. It's ok for strong men to care. I......well......I love you too.
Way: You are the most amazing woman I have ever known, not that I've known that many. You're smart, you're beautiful, intuitive and......well.....you put up with me. Not many women would.
Ais: Me? You think I'm smart and beautiful? I......I don't know what to say. I've never considered myself particularly beautiful.
Way: Look, I brought you here for a reason. Beside it being a beautiful and romantic spot, no one is ever here. I needed to talk with you, let you know I care about you, and maybe explain a little. See, my Dad, is leaving everything up to me. He wants me to watch out for my brothers and sisters and take care of Don's Kidz Klub, do well in everything I do and find a good wife. I think he really wants one of us to be the man you marry, and that's ok with me. Just not if it's anyone else but me. That's a lot of pressure, and a lot of hope, and I guess I've been kind of scared and acted like a jerk. Could......could you.....?
Ais: I didn't know you had all that on your shoulders. I know how something like that feels. I mean, I'm a dynasty heir for goodness sake.
Way: So it's ok? You could maybe ........
Ais: Dope. Of course I could.....I do......uh, I think its time we stopped talking.....
Ahhhhh. There it is. True love's kiss. Magic.
Way: So it's official? You'll be my girlfriend?
Ais: Does this silly squeal and hopping around answer you? Of course I will!
Way: Let's try this kissing thing one more time. Just to make sure we got it right.
Ais: No problemo! Oh, Waylon, you are mmmmmmmph........
Way: Less talking, more kissing......
Way: Aislynn McCloud, will you do me the great honor of becoming my wife? I promise I will love you all the days of my life, provide you with love and laughter, and always be there for you. Will you have me?
Ais: Ohhh. Oh....I......I'm speechless.
Ais: Oh, what a beautiful ring! How did you?......I mean you've been so busy.....when did you have time.....?
Way: Are you saying yes then?
Ais: Yes? Of course yes!! Oh, it's a perfect fit. How did you know?
Way: Your sister.
Ais: My sister? Oh, you wonderful man! You are absolutely perfect!
Way: Whoa! Good thing I work out! Not that you're heavy. I could hold you in my arms forever.
Way: I love you my princess. My perfect, tiny, adorable, beautiful, wife to be. I love you with all my heart.
Ais: Oh, Waylon.......my Waylon.......I love you.
Way: Should we go home now? Tell everybody?
Ais: You betcha! Oh, Sis must be gnawing her nails off waiting to hear what happened!
Way: What about your Mom and Dad? Will it be ok with them?
Ais: They already love you, just like me. Well, not JUST like me but they will be delighted. Besides, I can handle them. (smooches) Let's go, big guy!
Airynn: So you did it? You said yes? Don't you just love the ring?
Ais: Yes, I said yes! Duh! You know how much I've wanted him. The ring is magnificent. Did you help pick it out?
Air: Nope. It was all Waylon. I went along and tried it on for size but he wanted something as "beautiful as Aislyn".
Ais: Thank you, Sis. I'm so happy. I know you will be soon, too.
Ok, ok. So I'm a hopeless romantic and thought a little trip down romance fiction might be nice. All those books with hunky men and half dressed, windblown women just inspired me I guess. Somehow reading "Wintersmith" again just brought out the romantic in me. Crivens! Till next time!
