Gen 6- Chapter 10 Part 2: Olivine Bloom

It was nearly dusk when I arrived at the Chiffon’s. Olivine was still at work. Everything was going according to plan. Step one was officially underway.

“Well hello there Cello. Wasn’t expecting you this evening.”

“Evening Mr. Chiffon.”

“Olivine is still at work for another couple hours.”

“Yes. Sir. But I am actually here to speak with you if you have a moment.”

“Of course.”

I cleared my throat. Here we go…

“Sir as you know, you daughter and I have been dating for quite a while now.”

“Yes she is quite taken with you.”

“Yes Sir. That is why I am here today….Mr. Chiffon I would be honored to have your blessing to ask for Olivine’s hand in marriage.”

Wow. I actually did it. I had been dreading this moment for weeks now. Not about asking her. No I knew I wanted that. Fearing a rejection from her father, that was my fear. I waited on pins and needles for his response.

“Cello Bismark…You have my blessing.” He replied with a smile.

A huge weight lifted off of my shoulders. It felt amazing!

“Thank you Sir! I promise that no harm shall ever come to her.”

“Oh pfffff no more Sir! Its Dad now.”

“I…thanks Dad.”

*Sniff*

We both to turned our attention to Mrs. Chiffo- I mean Mom. Tears were streaming down her face.

“Honey love? What ever is the matter?”

“MY BABY IS GETTING MARRIED WAHHHHHHHHHH!”

Without warming she threw herself into my arms and sobbed into my shoulder. “Welcome to the family Son!”

I patted her back, not knowing what else I was supposed to do. “Thank you Mom.”

With step one out of the way, it was now time to move on to the main event.

On our next date, I made sure we were in walking distance of my chosen point of attack so to speak. She looked so beautiful, I could hardly contain my desire to ask. But no I had it all planned out, the timing wasn’t right. Not yet.

We spent the entire evening at the esplanade, till I took her hand led her down the road.

“Where are we going?”

“Just for a walk with favorite little lady.”

We walked all the way down the street and then back up again, on our second pass of the laundromat, I stopped and pulled her in close.

“Do you remember this place?”

She looked at the doors of our first meeting place, a huge grin growing across her face.

“Of course. This is where we first met.”

“You know the dent is still there. They just don’t have the heart to fix it.”

“Ha-ha. Very funny.”

“It’s true! Come here I will show you.”

She followed me inside, and as we approached my heart started to beat double time. We stood before the washer and she gently touched my hand. This was it.

“Huh? The dent is gone what are talking ab-”

“One sec.”

“Olvine Bloom, from the moment we met, I fell in love with you. The adorable way you ripped this washer here a new one, sent me over the edge, never to return again. But I could tell you, had been through so much and even though it was scariest thing I had ever done. I let you walk out of my life.”

“Oh Cello.”

“Hang on, there’s more. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t come by this laundromat every day hoping I would see you…Everyday when I would wake I would think about you and how stupid I was for letting to go. I know it sounds crazy and maybe it is, but when you came into my life for the second time, I knew it was no accident and no way was I going to make the same mistake twice. Olivine Bloom, will you marry me and make this mans life complete?”

“Yes! Yes I will!”

I slid the ring on her delicate lovely hand. She said yes. She said yes! I wanted to scream it from the roof tops! She said yes!!!!!!!

I put my arms out to hold her but instead of coming into my embrace, her arms dropped and her head drooped.

Sadness covered her sweet face.

“Love? Whats wrong?”

“Im…just. sooo HAPPPYYYYY WAHHHHHHHH!”

Goodness this family was an emotional bunch.

I held her tightly until the tears had stopped. When they finally subsided, I pulled her into a deep kiss.

“I promise here and now by the hum of our dear washer friend, to be by your side forever and always to make sure the only tears you cry are happy ones just like these.” I vowed wiping a tear from her cheek. ” I love you.”

“And I love you.”

Olivine Bloom was mine.