The Forever of My Dreams
she did believe she had finally met the one meant to be her forever.. if only that night in question didn't come into play | part 5
After breakfast, Elliott told Luc to watch over Ella before taking me out to the deck where the first-class passengers all hung out.
"Are you even allowed to be up here?" I asked him.
"I'm with you." He held my hand and pulled me off to the side of the ship so that we were looking over the edge at the rushing waves smacking against the edge of the ship, "If anyone questions me, I trust you'll cover for me."
"What if I don't?" I joked.
"How dare you?" He pretended to take offense.
"I'm the first-class passenger here." I held my arms up, "Maybe I never met you before in my life." I couldn't even say that without smiling.
"Really?" He grabbed me and spun me around so that my back was pressed against his chest as he rested his chin on my shoulder, "You'd really do that to me?"
"Of course not." I laughed, "Why'd you choose to come up here anyway? Doesn't third-class also have a deck to hang out on?"
"Yeah," He answered, "if you don't mind inhaling cigarette smoke during your morning stroll."
"You don't think we have cigarette smoke up here?" I turned to face him.
"Down in steerage, everyone comes out to smoke. It's the highlight of the day for most people down there."
"Well up in first-class, every person just smokes whenever they want to; that includes when they are inside of the rooms or social halls. You should honestly see the dining hall at dinnertime. Talk about smoke!"
"Are you seriously trying to one-up me right now?" He laughed.
"I was," I chuckled, "I got halfway through before realizing I made those down in steerage sound a lot more respectful than those who stay up here. Adults up in first-class typically do whatever they want, whenever they want, no matter what others think."
"Those in first-class can afford to," He answered, "not to mention we do have a lot more families where I am. People shouldn't just smoke around young kids. God, if anyone did that around Ella... I'd probably kill them."
"You know, I didn't even think of that." I told him.
"Smoking around kids?" Confusion flushed to his cheeks.
"No." I grabbed ahold of the railing, turning my head to continue facing him, "The fact that there aren't as many up here in first-class who have kids riding along with them. I guess I can understand why... most who travelled this way are just going to see their family in America, or don't have children themselves, but it's just... I definitely prefer the family environment. What I wouldn't give to introduce my mother to the family environment below; maybe then she'll understand how mothers are supposed to act around their daughters. Maybe then she'll-"
"Cecilia Marie!" A voice boosted from behind me.
I turned to see mother walking up with a small group of ladies all dressed similar; father must have taken Carson to some other area of the boat.
"You finally decided to come to your senses and come back to our-" Mother paused as she noticed the gentleman standing next to me, "Who's this?"
I shot Elliott a 'I'm so sorry' look before looking back at my mother once again, "Mother, this is Elliott. The one I told you about before."
"Hello." He held his hand out for my mother to shake, but she just focused back onto me.
"Do you like embarrassing me, Cecilia?"
She pulled me aside to whisper privately, "I already told others how you were bedridden due to illness and here you are... inviting common folk to our side of the deck. Cecilia Marie Jones, have you lost your mind?"
"I would have never invited him up here, mother." I told her, "You really think I'd willingly risk him running into the woman who called him a peasant just hours ago?"
"What is going on with you?" She whispered to me, "You've never acted this way before. Is it- Is it him? Is he putting you-"
"Mother, no!" I said a little too loudly.
"Cecilia." She said once more.
"I've never felt more awake, mother. If I were you, I wouldn't get too worried if I don't show back up to our room later."
"You certainly don't mean that."
"Where would you even go?" Her eyes motioned over to Elliott once more before coming back to me, "You aren't thinking about-"
"I don't have to think about anything, mother. I'm pretty sure I've already made up my mind."
"What am I supposed to tell people? What am I supposed to tell Carson, or your father?"
"Tell them I found a friend. Tell them I found myself a better family. I don't care, mother."
"You're just upset. Come back later. We can talk about-"
"I'll see you when we dock in America, mother." I went back over towards Elliott, who was now conversing with the other ladies. I grabbed ahold of his hand, smiling at the ladies, "I'm sorry but we have got to be going now." My eyes glanced back over at my mother who looked to be frozen as I guided Elliott away from her and her group of friends.
"So that's your mother?" He asked me.
"I'm sorry about that."
"Don't be. Mothers are... mothers."
"You don't have to be modest when it comes to her." I told him, "She doesn't exactly like you."
He chuckled, "That doesn't mean I shouldn't treat her with respect." He threw his arm around my shoulder, "She's my special girl's flesh and blood. Well, my second special girl."
"Well, I hope your other special girl is okay with sharing you because I'm pretty sure I just kicked myself out of my own cabin during this journey."
"So, you want to spend the night with Ella and I?"
"If you'd have me."
"And what if I say no?"
I stepped in front of him, a smile on my face, "You are not seriously pulling the same game I did just moments ago?"
"Who knows?" He shrugged, "I am the third-class passenger here. I could just as easily say I have no idea who this woman is... or how she would ever be sane enough to choose our rooms over her own suite."
I cupped the front of his shirt with my fist, finding it hard to not smile as I gazed up at him, "I guess being in love makes a person crazy."
"Being in love?"
My hand found its way to my lips, "Shit."
He moved my hand out of the way, catching the blush that began to fill out my cheeks, "You're in love?"
He pointed to himself, "You found a way to fall in love with... this?"
"Elliott." I couldn't help but smile as the blush continued to fill out my cheeks.
"Hold on." He pretended to calculate in his brain the situation that just occurred, "I am just trying to figure out how someone like you could ever fall for a person like me."
"Elliott." I let out a small giggle.
"It's just-" He cupped my cheeks, pulling my gaze to look into his eyes, "How did I manage to get this lucky?"
"How did I manage to get someone like you to ever fall for someone like me?" He smiled, "How did I-"
My lips crashed into his. It felt as if we were the only two people standing on this boat; almost as if a spotlight shined on us as we slowly floated up in the air like they would do in movies. It felt... almost magical. "You didn't need to have luck to win me over," I told him after, "You were exactly the person I was waiting for."