62. Future Mrs.Tomlinson
It's been a couple days since I got home from the hospital. This couple days we have been filling out paper work for court and calling family to tell them all that has been happening. Louis and I have been spending time together at the house, not wanting to get mobbed by reporters. The whole story has been all over the news and magazines. The twitter hashtag, #PeaceForRachel and #JailTime4Rachel'sMum are trending. It's crazy how much this story has been reported. Louis has been going to run weird errands now lately but he won't tell me what he is buying. It's quite strange. Stella has just been growing, like usual and we have had our mommy-daughter bonding time a lot lately. Tonight she's staying with Johanna, for some reason. Louis told me that Johanna needs to have her for a night so they can bond. He's just been acting so secretive lately. He hangs out with the boys almost everyday, which is fine, but they won't tell me where they are going. It's all so confusing. I sat on the couch, playing on my phone. Louis came home from taking Stella to his mum's house, which he told me I didn't have to go with him. He came over and kissed my forehead, "Now it's just us tonight." I smile, "And will you tell me what we will be doing?" He giggled and tapped my nose, "I'm not telling you." I roll my eyes and scroll on Twitter. He starts walking upstairs, "I'm gonna go take a shower, babe." He goes upstairs to our bathroom. I decide to take a quick nap while he showers, so I go upstairs to our bedroom. I lay on the soft duvet and instantly fall asleep. But twenty minutes later, Louis walks in from our master bathroom, waking me up. I sit up and watch him. He is nothing but a towel, revealing his perfect abs and his tattoos. He smiles at me while he walks over to our dresser. He grabs clothes and starts getting dressed. Once he drops his towel I giggle, "Aw, look at that cute little bum." He laughs and starts pulling on his boxers. I stand up and run over to him, slapping his bum. He grabs his bum, "Rachel!" I giggle, "Sorry, babe. I couldn't resist it." I wink at him while I walk in the bathroom. I yell towards him, "I'm gonna get ready for what ever we are doing tonight that you won't tell me about." He laughs, "Alright. Dress warm though." I straighten my hair and put on my white head wrap on. I put on my foundation, blush, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, and lip gloss. I put a long sleeve white shirt and denim skinny jeans and ugg boots. I walk out and Louis is all dressed. He grabs my hand, "Ready to go?" I smile and nod my head. He leads me out to the car. Outside it is chilly and the sun is setting. Louis drives to a pasture, a perfect view of the sun setting. He gets out and walks over to my side and helps me out. He leads me to a top of a hill, a view of the lake below us. He takes my hands and faces me, "Rachel, I really do love you. When I saw you at the concert, I knew you had to be mine. And now that you are mine, is just a perfect never ending dream. When I found out you were pregnant, I was just so excited that you would be the mother of my children. We now have a beautiful daughter that I love as much as I love you. I found out that I couldn't lose you when I saw you on the operating table, fighting for your life. It broke my heart that I didn't know if I could hold you again, and that I would lose you." A tear started rolling down his cheek. He slowly got down to one knee, making me gasp. I held my hand over my mouth while my eyes started watering. He smiles and squeezes my hands, "I know that if I lost you, I would regret not making you mine." He pulled out a little box and opened it, revealing a big sparkly diamond ring. He smiled and let one last tear fall, "Rachel Ann Baker, will you be Mrs.Tomlinson, my lovely bride?" I couldn't believe my eyes. I let all the tears fall. I smile and nod, "Yes, yes. Of course Louis!" He smiles and puts the ring onto my finger. I leap into his arms and nuzzle my head into his neck while I cry. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, I'm going to be Mrs.Tomlinson.