09/03/2017:

Hey guys. Hope you are all doing well. I know it's been a while and I hope to update more once this month is over. I won't be around as much and will be busy. So I hope you all have a great rest of the summer and until I update again.

Also, hope you guys check this out...

October will be soon upon us, and while many enjoy lighthearted festivities with Jack 'o' Lanterns and candy corn, October is also *Domestic Assault Awareness Month*. In aim of this, I have partnered with who are are promoting and spreading awareness on Wattpad; as certain works of fiction misconceive and romanticize domestic assault and abuse.

Throughout September and October, are compiling a collection of real-life accounts called "Stronger Than You", where users may submit stories and give advice *anonymously* about how they survived and overcame domestic abuse. This collection is open to all, regardless of culture, age, gender or sexuality. Please visit the profile for more updates and information.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/121602337-stronger-thank-you

Thank you guys, this is an important subject for me and a lot of us.

Kiran's P.O.V.

Laying down on the couch with my head on Layla's lap was the most comfortable I have ever been. It was always the position I was in every time we watched movies. She would play with my hair making me relaxed and drowsy, loving every minute of it. Except tonight, I am not in the position that I craved in being in.

"Are you all right Ky?" Her voice snapping me out of my thoughts of the first time we hung out together. It was a few days after she had kicked my best friend in the balls when he dared touched her perfect round ass.

Clearing my throat I turned to look at her. "Yeah, why?"

Squinting her eyes when she was suspicious or when she knew I was lying she says. "You've been acting weird since I got out of the shower. You look deep in thought and very distant. Was it the dream?"

Widening my eyes, I shook my head no. I couldn't tell her straight out that I had just had a dream about the two of us having sex. It was already touchy with us after the whole being engaged thing and not telling her. What would she say or think?

"Is it me then?" Her low voice asked while she frowned at me. How could she think that?

"Short stuff." Sliding closer to her on the sofa and grabbing her small hand in mine I sighed. "I am not upset because of you. You could never upset me. It's just --." Trying to find the right words to say.

"It's just what? Is it the whole wedding thing and your new job that has you looking like you've lost someone special to you?"

"Do I really look like that?" Surprised at her description. I didn't realize I was brooding in the corner.

I could get lost in the chocolate brown pool she calls eyes while she stared into my own. "Well, you don't look happy that's for sure. So, dime lo que te pasa. (... tell me what's wrong.)"

Layla sat there staring at me expecting me to spill the beans. "It's like what you said. The wedding planning and this new position I'm in. I don't know if I will be able to plan this extravagant wedding that Amelia wants with her while I have to start getting situated at the hospital." I wasn't necessarily lying to her.

"I can understand your concern Ky. But knowing you, you will be there to help plan the wedding and be the best Chief of Surgeons. You've always been able to multitask. Plus, wedding planning is mainly a female's forte. Men just need to agree with the bride on what she wants and show up on time to get married."

"One thing I am is punctual." Chuckling lowly.

"That you are." She responded with a sigh.

"What's the matter short stuff," Her head was down, a frown evident on her face. Placing my index finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, I ask. "What are you thinking?"

Meeting my eyes, I could tell she was worried about something. "I- I just can't believe you are getting married Ky. It feels like we just graduated from College and started our careers... our adulting, haha. And look at you- adulting by getting married."

"Yeah..." My only response back. It did at times feel like we just graduated College and started our adulting like Layla said. I myself can't believe I will be getting married in the next few months.

"Hey!" Exclaiming as she nudged my shoulder with her hand. "Why are so serious again? You- you should be happy Ky. You are getting what you wanted. A great career and marrying the woman you truly are in love with." Her voice dipped low.

I smiled, knowing that it really didn't reach my eyes. I am getting married. But I'm beginning to think that it isn't to the woman that I truly am in love with.

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"... now Kiran will reside his vowels." The Priest nods towards me.

Nodding back, I turn to look at my beautiful bride. I grab both of her shaking hands and smile widely. "I knew from the moment that I saw you that I wanted to know you. Not only because I thought you were pretty, but because of the confidence you showed. It didn't take long for me to like you. You are funny, kind, thoughtful, giving and so much more that will take me a very long time to say. I knew I could love you when you let me be myself and let me vent and rant when I needed to. You've never made me feel like I couldn't do anything. Conquer the world because I could and with you by my side, I will. You are not only going to be my wife, but my partner, confidant, motivator, hopefully soon to be mother of our children and most of all... my forever best friend." She wiped the tear that fell down my eyes. I meant everything I told her.

She mouthed "I love you" to me with a smile while also shedding happy tears which I helped wiped away.

"Do you take..." The priest recited but I blocked him out. I couldn't stop staring at her. She looks so stunning in her wedding gown and she will be my wife in a few minutes.

"I do." she responded and I let out a nervous chuckle. After what we have gone through she still said yes.

"Do you, Kiran Oliver Evans, take her to be your wife, as long as you both shall live?"

Staring into her teary eyes, I nod my head. "I do each and every time." Making everyone in the church laugh.

"You may now kiss your bride." He finally said and I couldn't wait to kiss her. So I placed both of my palms on her cheeks and pulled her towards me, kissing her with all of the love that I have.

Pulling away she chuckled lowly. "I love you Kiran. I can't believe we finally are husband and wife."

"Thank you so much for marrying me. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize how much I love you and only want to be with you. I love you so much... Layla."

Snapping my eyes open, I begin to blink them a few times. Did I just dream about marrying Layla? What did it mean?

Rubbing the sleep and confusion, I lift my head to realize that I am laying down on Layla's lap. She is asleep, her head on the armrest of the sofa. We must have fallen asleep while watching the movie.

She looked peaceful, beautiful that I couldn't help but caress her soft cheek. My knuckles brushed down to her lips and hesitated. A sudden urge came over me. So I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Pulling away, I see a small smile on her lips. I smiled also but then frowned once it hit me.

I think I'm in love with my best friend... and I'm engaged to be married. Sh*t!