Page 108 of Deliah
“You’re not chaos to me,” he said, voice lower now. “You’re clarity. You’re everything that makes sense in a world that never fucking has.”
My fingers were trembling around my champagne glass. I could barely breathe. Then he stood.
Without a word, he came around the table—his steps slow, certain, deliberate. My heart was hammering, and I couldn’t stop the tears already rolling down my cheeks.
He dropped to one knee in front of me.
And then he pulled out a box.
A square-cut diamond caught the lantern light and scattered it like fire. It was ridiculous. Stunning. So him. So us.
His voice shook just slightly as he said it. “Deliah… will you marry me?”
The world stilled.
All I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears and the sound of my own breath catching. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. My entire body lit up like electricity had shot through my veins.
And then I launched into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder, breathless and shaking.
“Yes,” I gasped, over and over again. “Yes. Yes, I fucking will.”
He laughed, exhaling like he’d been holding his breath for years. His arms closed around me, lifting me slightly off the ground as I buried my face in his neck.
He kissed my cheek, my jaw, my lips—again and again—whispering “mine” like a promise, like a vow.
I couldn’t stop smiling through the tears. My heart felt like it might explode from how much I loved him.
He slipped the ring onto my finger, hands steady, eyes locked on mine the whole time.
“Fits perfectly,” he said softly.
“Perfect, just like you,” I whispered back.
And there, on the deck of a yacht under a blanket of stars, with the sea rocking gently beneath us and my entire world kneeling in front of me, I said yes to forever.
I was so overwhelmed with happiness that I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I cried as he wrapped his arms around me and spun me in a circle, both of us laughing like idiots in love. The stars above, the sea below, and him—my fiancé. The word felt surreal in my mouth. Like magic.
And just when I thought the moment couldn’t get more perfect, he leaned in close and whispered, “Oh… and I have another surprise for you.”
I blinked, half laughing through my tears. “There’s more?”
He grinned. That smug, quiet Damion smile I knew too well. “Follow me.”
He took my hand and led me around the side of the yacht, the sea breeze catching my dress, the distant sound of waves soft against the hull. We reached the stairs, and he guided me down to the lower deck, his grip firm, steady. My heart was pounding again—not from nerves but from something deeper. Like my body knew something huge was waiting. He stopped in front of a set of double doors, looked at me for a moment, then opened them wide. And I collapsed. Literally dropped to my knees, a sobbursting out of me so loud and raw I barely recognised my own voice. Because standing there—in the soft golden light of the cabin, smiling, crying, waiting—was everyone.
My mum. My dad. My brother. Cherry. Fucking Tommy. Aneeka. A couple of the Boiler Boy lads behind them, already grinning like idiots. And just behind them, hand in hand, were Damion’s mum and dad.
All of them. All of them here. On this boat. For me. For us.
My whole world stopped. I broke.
I scrambled to my feet, still sobbing, and ran straight into my mum’s arms. I collapsed against her, the smell of her perfume, the warmth of her skin. It was like being a child again.
“Oh, my baby,” she whispered, squeezing me tight. “We’re so proud of you.”
I reached for my dad next, throwing my arms around his neck. There were tears rolling down his face, his voice was rough as he said, “Took a strong man to deserve you.”
Then he paused, pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on my arms.
