She's My Sleeping Pill

Celine took a deep breath and sigh. She couldn't blame Cayenne for feeling this way because this was what she was feeling before when she was asked about marriage with her first and only boyfriend and husband now.

"I have a question for you." Celine moved closer to Cayenne. "Are you happy with him?"

"Of course." Cayenne answered instantly. "I feel the happiest when I'm with him." She added.

"Have you ever felt that you would do everything you can to make sure that he won't be worried about you?"

"Yes. It happens a lot of times. Although, I failed most of the time because he keeps worrying about me."

"And you wanted to explore things just to make him happy and you're willing to step out of your comfort zone just to cater his needs." These statements made Cayenne blush. Her mind wandered off to a place that she didn't want to visit for a moment but here she was, thinking about it.

"Let's not talk about it. That's embarrassing." Cayenne whispered.

Celine chuckled at her and stood up to continue working. "That's not embarrassing at all. It's normal for couples. Now, tell me what's your boyfriend is like when you guys are together."

Cayenne arranged the pillows first before answering. "Even before we became together, he already cares for me and my family but I am not sure if he did that out love or because I'm his em – or whatever he was feeling that time." Cayenne wiped the invisible sweat off of her forehead for almost slipping something so confidential. 'God! I was about to say that I'm his employee!' she screamed mentally but her facial expression didn't change as if nothing happened. "Later on," she continued. "we became close and he would usually take care of me. There were times that we get confused of our feelings and there were moments that we hurt each other. Then, we confessed to each other and got together. He was even more caring than how he was previously. He always put me and my family first in his priority list. Whatever problem I have, he would immediately take care of it to make sure that I won't feel upset. Sometimes, I would forget some important matters but he would think of it for me because he knew that it's important to me. He respected my decision to continue working even though he can provide for me and my family which is what I hate the most. I don't want to be dependent on him financially. But other things, as long as it doesn't involve money, I willingly accept his help. His very sweet and sometimes teasing but he has never done a single thing that could upset."

"Then, why don't you marry him?" Celine questioned after Cayenne talk. "With how you describe him, I can see that he's in love with you."

"You think so?" Cayenne asked in return with a bashful smile.

"Yen, rich playboys, they would ask you to quit your job and make you dependent on him. They wanted to hold power over you. A rich and serious man, he wouldn't do the same. He would want you to have equal footing and would care for you and your family. He wouldn't boast his riches to you either. And I guess, your man fell on the latter type."

Cayenne stared into space and nodded her head in agreement. Somehow, she was starting to feel convinced that it's the right time to marry him but she would only marry him if he proposes to her.

The sun rises to its highest peak and was slowly setting down to give way for the moon and the stars. Night fell and as usual, Stefan picked up Cayenne from work once again.

"How about we have dinner outside?" Stefan asked. "It's been a while since we had dinner together."

"We went on a date last Sunday, didn't we?" Cayenne rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips. "Fine. Let's go. I don't want you to sulk like a child. You look silly."

"Really? Why is it that when you sulk, you look pretty?"

"Because I'm born pretty." Cayenne responded shamelessly.

"But I'm born handsome."

"Who said you're handsome? Only I, have the right to call you handsome. You're mine and mine alone." Cayenne muttered. "Don't let anyone call you handsome, alright. I feel like they're all eyeing lecherously on you."

Stefan laughed heartily with what she said. "Just like you said, I am yours and yours alone. They can only look at me but couldn't get me."

"Hn. Keep that in mind." Cayenne retorted.

However, Stefan felt that something was wrong. "Did something happen today? Why are you being possessive all of a sudden?"

Stefan had totally forgotten that Cayenne lacks security when it comes to their relationship and now that he asked her why she was being possessive, Cayenne's heart dropped. She was stunned and surprised. She didn't know that she came off possessive in front of him and that threw her into a state of panic. She tried to look for excuses but she couldn't find one.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way." She immediately apologized with her nose stinging. She was about to cry. She forgot that Stefan might not like the idea of her being possessive towards him. "I won't say those words again. I promise. I –"

"Hey. Why are you apologizing? I wasn't asking you to apologize." He stopped the car at the roadside and faced her.

Cayenne's tears fell on her hand. She suddenly felt scared that he wouldn't like her possessive attitude. "I just realized that I was getting ahead of myself. I'm really sorry. I didn't know that I'd come off possessive to you. I'm sorry. I won't say those words again specially when there are other people around us. Just forgive me this time, 'okay?"

'What am I supposed to do with you?' Stefan thought to himself. He didn't expect that she'd take his question the wrong way. "Don't apologize for something you did right. You should be possessive of me. You shouldn't let anyone steal me away from you. And you should tell everyone that I'm your man. I will be very happy if you do that every single day. You just don't know how much I wanted to tell the world that you are mine."

"Then I agree to get married. In that way, if anyone asks me why you're mine then I can show them something as proof."

"Then, let's register our marriage tomorrow."