The final installment of myPost Its story. Thanks to GingerGurl for being the best (and most patient) beta anyone could ask for.
Neville awoke to the sound of soft breathing, and for a moment, he thought he was in bed. After the sleepiness had dwindled, however, he felt the hardness of the couch's frame beneath him and that's when he realized there was something on top of him.
Blowing a few strands of blonde hair out of his face, he managed to lift his head and see his girlfriend lying on top of him, her long, blonde hair cascading over both of them. He smiled as she wrinkled her nose in her sleep and let out an exasperated sigh. He shook her gently, whispering her name.
Her pale blue eyes opened slowly, and as she raised her head, a smile spread across her face. "Good morning," she whispered, her hand coming up and smoothing his hair back. She ran her thumb over the sticky part of the Post It, ensuring it would stay on his forehead just a bit longer. He didn't seem to notice it though, but she knew he would eventually.
He moved his arm just enough to take a glance at his watch. "It's half past ten at night, love," he told her, his arm snaking around her waist. "It's a little too early for a 'good morning.'"
She giggled, rolling off him and standing. He sat up, rubbing the back of his neck gingerly. "We missed our dinner reservation," he informed her, grimacing as his neck cracked.
Luna stood behind him and began to rub the back of his neck gently. He let his head drop forward and she continued. "Maybe Keya has something," she told him, continuing to rub his neck.
"Who's Keya?" he asked, knowing it was either the pantry or the fridge. Her insistence on naming all the kitchen appliances drove him up a wall because every time she wanted to use them, she called them by their names. He could never figure out what (or in this case, whom) she was talking about.
"The refrigerator," she reminded him, placing a kiss on the back of his neck before leaving to go into the kitchen. "I'm going to change!" she called to him, walking into the bedroom.
She smiled to herself, thinking about the Post It still stuck to her future fiancé's forehead. It was cute, she thought, carefully shrugging the dress off and hanging it on a hanger. She pulled a worn pair of trousers on before an old t shirt that was three sizes too big. She swept her hair up, sticking a pencil through it and grinning at her reflection. If he hadn't noticed it by the time they went to bed, she'd tell him face to face.
Meanwhile, Neville was frantically searching the kitchen for his last Post It. The thought she hadn't seen it slipped through his mind, but the thought currently screaming at him was that she'd tossed it in the rubbish bin the minute she saw it. Why would she want to marry you in the first place? He ran his hands through his already tousled hair, not noticing the yellow sticky that had become a prisoner in his ruffled brown locks. He sighed and leaned his head against the cabinets. What were you thinking?
Halfway through his pity party, Luna padded back into the kitchen, a box of crayons in one hand and a tub of bubbles in the other. "Are you really hungry?" she asked, setting the items on the counter.
"No," Neville moaned, picking his head up. "Not really."
Luna smiled and took his hand, noticing the misplaced Post It in his hair. It took him this long to propose, she thought, smiling at him. He can wait it out a little longer.
Picking up the crayons and bubbles, she led him to the sitting room. Placing her things on the coffee table, she sat on the floor, pulling him down with her. He plopped on the ground, looking over at her, his heart breaking. She won't say yes…
Luna turned to the wall, leaning against the back of the settee, and began drawing on the wall. Neville watched miserably.
Luna drew a house, complete with trees, flowers and clouds. Taking his hand in hers and pushing a crayon into it, she made him draw a car and a swing set. Soon, he was drawing other things, a huge garden and a conservatory, by himself and she set out to draw the family.
Luna's artistic abilities were beyond belief. While Neville could barely draw stick figures, Luna could draw anything and could make it look so realistic. Neville loved watching her draw, which was why he let her draw on the kitchen walls, even though the kitchen was the only room he had any say in the paint colors. He stopped drawing his little pond in the front yard to watch as she began to draw people.
She bit the corner of her lower lip in concentration as her elegant fingers gripped the crayon. With small, graceful strokes, she began to draw a person. As she developed the person, Neville realized it was supposed to be herself. She caught the essence of her facial features perfectly, giving the woman she was drawing a dreamy, dazed expression.
Neville watched as her hand moved gently over the wall, the crayon seeming to barely skim the surface of the wall. With his eyes, he traced the curve of her wrist, up her forearm and to her shoulder. Her skin was dusted with the faintest of freckles, so small they were practically invisible. Since her hair was pulled up, he could see her slender neck, which had one freckle, just below her earlobe. It was covered, however, but her radish earring, which dangled so low it almost brushed her shoulder.
He stared at the earring for so long, he didn't realize she had finished her drawing and was now turning her head to look at him.
When her eyes met his, she smiled at the almost hypnotized gaze he had been staring at her with. She nodded her head in the direction of her finished masterpiece, and she watched as he tore his eyes away from her to look.
He recognized her immediately; she was dressed in a blue fairy costume complete with wings and she was holding- Oh Merlin… She was holding a little fair-haired baby wrapped in a green blanket. Next to her, stood a brown haired man with a rose in his hand, watching her and the baby.
He looked from her to the drawing, confused. He was fairly certain that was him on the wall, but he didn't know what that was supposed to mean. Maybe this was her way of saying yes…
While he was thinking, Luna reached up, carefully taking the yellow sticky from his hair. He watched absentmindedly as she gently stuck it to the wall under the drawing of him.
The word on the Post It didn't sink in right away, but after staring at it for a few moments, the letters ran together. He adverted his gaze to her and felt her hand on top of his. It was as if a bolt of lightening struck him.
She said yes!
Almost hesitantly, he leaned in and kissed her.
Neville watched as Luna reached over him to the bedside stand and took hold of the jar of bubbles. She lay back down, this time on her back, resting her head on his chest. Twirling the bubble wand in the solution, she blew a bubble above them and smiled. "That's Celeste," she told him, watching as the bubble drifted lazily to the sheets. She blew another. "That one is Georgia."
She blew another, but before she could name it, Neville cut in. "That one's named Herbert." She giggled, blowing another. "And that one is Bertha."
"We aren't naming one of our children Bertha!" she told him, laughing. She blew another and sighed. "Chloe."
"No, I'm not cursing my children by naming one of them after me," he laughed, watching as the bubble drifted towards his face and landed on his forehead.
"Really? I think he likes the name…"
Luna giggled, turning so she was lying on her side and looked up at him. "I think Neville is a nice name. I know a man named Neville."
She nodded, trailing her fingers up his chest. "He's the most wonderful man in the world, and I love him more than anything."
Neville tangled his fingers in her hair, running his other hand up her arm lovingly. "I think Neville might have a surprise for you," he admitted, tracing circles on the palm of her hand with the pad of his thumb. "He bought it today, even though he never thought you would accept his proposal."
"Because Neville thinks you're way too pretty and perfect to ever want to be with someone like him. But he's got news for you, once you're in," his hands slid under the sheets and tickled the sides of her stomach mercilessly. "You're never getting out!"
She laughed, attempting to wiggle away from his fingers. "I give! I give!" she giggled, realizing her resistance was futile. "Besides," she gasped, trying to regain her breath. "I'd never want to get out."
Neville grinned at her before reaching over and rummaging through his bedside drawer. Luna readjusted herself so she was lying next to him, and watched his back in curiosity. He handed her a black box, and turned on his side to watch her face.
She looked at him before flicking it open. Tucked neatly inside white velvet sat a ring with diamonds outlining the shape of a heart. Their initials, N and L, were entwined on a silver plaque in the centre of the diamonds. She watched as he took the ring out and slipped it on her left hand. Kissing her finger, he whispered, "Mine."
When their eyes met again, tears rimmed hers. "Yours," she whispered, kissing him softly. "Forever and ever."