Minerva POV

I'm relaxing at Martijn's sweet touch on my head when I hear him sobbing.

I lift my head up to look at his face, and I see him wiping some tears out of his cheeks.

"Martijn!"

I feel his hand on my head tightening the grip, pulling my hair a little bit while sliding down to my shoulders.

He's pulling me to his chest, and he doesn't want to let me go.

"Aww, what happened potato?" I ask Marty embracing his chest, not bothering about my uncovered breasts.

He stays silent and hugs me even tighter, kissing my scalp as I wipe away his tears.

He's looking at me, right into my eyes and I'm doing the same with him.

He's not stressed, nor worried, I can't understand why he is sobbing.

"Are you ok hun?"

"I.... I'm just....." He mumbles while holding in his tears.

"Don't hold in your tears, it's ok to cry, there's nothing wrong with it"

He actually smiles and kisses my scalp, saying
"Miné.... Don't leave me.... Please. I don't know what my life would be if I didn't slap your butt that day"

"Why should I leave you?" I ask him laughing, knowing that he will come out with a lot of bullshit that I shouldn't even listen to.

"You are used to guys who are a lot more than me. I somehow don't deserve you in all your shades...."

I shut him up by kissing his beautiful lips with all my heart. He needs to fucking shut up when he thinks about these stupid things.

We pull away, but still exchange a few pecks before losing contact completely.

"Martijn, you deserve the world for who you are. I don't know if I can deserve it"

"God.... We maybe don't even deserve each other but you mean the world to me. I don't know what to do without you"

Why am I feeling my eyes watery? Oh... Right.

"Marty.... You are making me cry too"

"There are a lot of guys who are way better than me.... Smart, sexy, funny. While I'm just someone who turns knobs to survive"

"No no please.... Don't ever say that, because you are exactly the one I want next to me in the morning. You might not be the smartest, but I know that you are wise. You might not be the sexiest man alive, but you are to me. And you might just turn knobs, but fuck you are the best with it. You can turn emotions into music and backwards..... You can make people dream, you can inspire them..... Fuck, Martijn. Don't even think that you aren't someone special to me. And, most important thing.... You can make me laugh even if I'm on my period. That's an achievement! "

He starts laughing with a beautiful white smile, crowned by some dried tears that are laying on his cheeks.

"Minerva.... Thank God that I found you...."

"Life would be boring without you Martijn...."

He starts combing my hair again, leaving them to fall on my naked back.
I somehow forgot that we are still without clothes, maybe because it feels so good to be touching the other's body without anything in the way.

"Minerva...."

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while now. Watse is basically throwing me onto it and.... Yeah, I think it's nice"

Ummm... Did I miss something? Because either I'm dumb or deaf.

"What are you talking about? I can't get it"

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

I am pretty much shocked, or scared by this question. Because last time I got into a relationship the dumb fuck ass cheated onto his girlfriend with me and was able to cheat on me too.

But..... What the fuck am I thinking about!?

"Martijn, yes! Are you crazy! I'd love to"

"Really?"

"Yes Martijn.... Just let me kiss you!"

He leans over me and we kiss one more time, rolling onto the bed with covers wrapping us up in a giant burrito.

I can feel Martijn's tears of joy falling on my face and I start crying from the happiness that's overwhelming me.

Even if we stopped kissing, we are still trapped into the covers, hugging each other and savoring the contact of our skin. Martijn is holding me to his chest and caressing my hand, leaving sweet pecks on my neck as we breathe in silence.

"Mine.... Miné is mine"

I hate me for doing that, but I start laughing at this sentence. I don't know, it was kinda funny.

"Sounds weird.... Yeah" he admits, kissing my neck harder.

Mhhh... It felt so good...

"I have an idea...." He whispers in my ear.

"And that would be.... ?"

"Lunch in bed, all naked..... Watching TV. Sounds good?" he says with a flirty voice.

That's the most beautiful suggestion I've ever heard of.

"Go get the sushi.... And drinks"

"I'll be back in a second!"

His body leaves mine to walk out of bed and go to the kitchen.
Damn. My boyfriend has such an ass.... Boyfriend.... Sounds weird.

While he is away, I fix the covers ont the bed and cover myself with the white duvet. I also grab the TV remote and turn it on, looking for something to watch.

Martijn comes back after a couple minutes with sushi and two colas. I know that he can't drink before shows, and it's better like that.

"I grabbed also this thing you use when you have breakfast in bed...."

"I never had breakfast in bed actually...."

He opens the wood table and places it next to me, getting in bed afterwards.

Then he grabs the sushi box and places it, opened, onto the tray.

"Here...." He says handing me my chopsticks and opening the soy sauce box.

"Thanks boyfriend"

This word apparently hit him, because his sight softens and he is still smiling since he proposed.

And happy like two kids at Christmas, we have lunch in bed watching some dumb programs of people hurting themselves on TV.