Hunti's legs are better now, but still a little unsteady. She does not want to use the wheelchair, but I have to help her so she won't trip. On the way to the airport, she stumbled a lot, right now we are sitting on the plane and I am so exhausted.

Hunt told me she could do it on her own when we were leaving the hotel. It went fine until we got to the door and I had to hold her up, her legs are still weak. She will get better after some days or weeks.

I turn to look at Hunt in the plane seat, she can barely keep her eyes open. I move in to kiss her cheek. She smile, then she the cup my cheek and lean in to put her lips on mine. I grab Hunt's sweater at the collar, then she nibbles on my lip, sending a shiver down my back. She breaks the kiss and lean her forehead on mine. I look at her and she has her eyes closed.

"Hunti?"

"Hmm?" She mumble.

"Are you tired?" She nods on my forehead. I guess all the struggling to walk has made her exhausted, we had to stop many times and sit down to take a break. She was so exhausted when she sat down on the plane, and her forehead was wet with sweat, poor girl.

"My legs hurt." She whispers so weak I could barely hear it. It is not often she tells me that something hurts, so she must be in pain since she told me. I kiss her on the forehead and push up the armrest. Then I lean down on my back and drag Hunt on me, and she bury her face in my chest.

"You smell good." She mumble. I chuckle and kiss her on the top of her head.

"It's your sweater." She snort.

"I know, but you are the one wearing it." I smile of the sound of her whispering voice. Hunt's cloths are always so warm and comfortable. I love wearing them, especially when it is winter.

"Is it too late to tell you I have to go to the bathroom?" She says, and I grab a hold on her black sweater with both of my hands.

"Calm down, I was kidding." She chuckles.

"Not funny." I say as I loosen my grip.

"You stiffen every time." She yawns, and turn her head to the other side on my chest. I move my hand at the back of her neck and brush her soft warm skin.

"That feels nice." She whispers as I move my hand into her hair.

"You are going to fall asleep soon aren't you?" I ask, still moving my hand in her hair. She nods.
"Tell me something before you fall asleep?" I whisper. She moves her head slightly, and her stomach moves in the same rhythm with her soft breathing.

The sound and her movement make me close my eyes and yawn. Every time she is laying upon me, she makes me sleepy as well, but still I continue to stroke her in the hair. I open my eyes lightly and see a woman walk pass our seats, then my eyes drift down to Hunt who has probably fallen asleep. Then I yawn again and close my eyes, with the sound of Hunt's breathing and her soft motion. When I about to fall asleep, I hear Hunt's whispering voice.

"Will you marry me?" My eyes shot wide open and my body feels paralyzed, I can't move or breathe. The only thing I am feeling is my tingling beating heart and the shivers that move through my whole body. I open my mouth, but nothing.

After a little while, I give myself a mental punch. I shake my head and look down at Hunter. My heart is beating way too fast right now. I can tell Hunt is sleeping now, and I am not sure if she will even remember that she asked me that. The girl, who used weeks before she could tell me she loved me, is now asking me to marry her. Those are the last words I would have ever thought she would ever say. I swallow hard, and feel the happy tears coming out of my eyes.

"God, how hard did you hit your head?" I ask and take the tears away from my eyes. Hunter moves and apparently, she is still awake. She looks at me with her half open eyes and she looks confused.

"Is that a yes?"

"Oh my god." I say, and I wrap my arms around her neck, and feel the tears streaming down my cheeks like a waterfall.

"I guess I must have hit my head pretty hard, since you are strangling me and not answering me." She says out of breath. I loosen my hold and lean back. Hunt smile turns into worry, and then I feel her trembling hands on my cheeks, taking away my tears.

"I really know how to make you cry, don't I?" She says, and then bit her inner cheeks. Her eyes so full of agony. I kiss her on the forehead.

"Happy tears, honey." I cry. She leans up and kiss my tears away. Can I love her even more?

"I-I am too young to get married." I tell her with my trembling voice. She bites on her lower lip, and looks thoughtful. Then she grins.
"I am going to ask you one more time," She points her finger at me and look dead serious.

"And it is the last time I am ever going to ask you," She takes a deep breath.

"Will you marry me?" She asks with her blue puppy eyes. The tingling feeling in my heart comes again, and the tears burst out of my eyes. She takes them away. God, how can those four words make me a complete mess? I look into those blue patient eyes, and my heart can't seem to ever get tired of them. I start to nod.

"Yes," I take the tears away from my cheeks.

"O-of course I will." She put her lips on mine, and kiss me just like the evening at the hospital, so gentle and soft. She pulls back and brush the tears on my cheek with her thumb. I lean down to kiss her on the forehead.

"I love you." I mumble on her skin.

"I love you too." She whispers.