Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Ella in her arms, she crosses the door to their home, and he whispers in her ear. "Put on the dress I placed on our bed, and meet me in the living room."

Her dazzling eyes on him, he smiles, kissing her on the blushing cheek. "Can you do that for me?" He asks, bemused she nods, unaware of the secret purpose behind those beautiful eyes.

Before she enters inside her room, she glances back at him, far, his lips arched up. He stands there, by the doorway—where she left him.

She tilts her head, sauntering inside the room, moving eyes to the white rectangular box on the bed—girded in a red bow, she let's Ella down on the ground.

Amazement sprinkling in the glittery orbs, Neva rests herself on her side of the bed. Placing the present in her lap, she gently traces the lines of the bow.

Untangling the red bow, unveiling the pure white box, her pupils flickers and swells—embracing her soft cocoa iris.

A red dress underneath. She gasps at it's beauty—flowing it long, her grip on the bust of the stunning dress.

Loosening her hair open, she brushes her features with the dust and water of beauty; igniting, enhancing nature's offering to her.

The deep red, perfect desirable for her frame, an off shoulder, straight cut on the chest, enfolding the slender waist, the burning slit on the left thigh, soft and willowy, flutters away the red dress on the earth.

Opening up the portal, the darkness stripped from the flaming candles and gleaming fairy lights, warming the living room golden.

"Do you like it?" He murmers close, a hand on her chest, she gasps a little from shock. He leans on the wall beside, his arms crossed. Fitted in a white shirt, cuff folded far up on his elbow, black pants—so dashing, exceptionally handsome. Hair waved back clean, melting eyes, tender smile.

"You are perfect." He says—kissing on her cheek. The dazed Neva blushes scarlet, her husband, thumping her heart fast and hard.

Rhett fars himself three strides, fingers over the lips, he looks at his gorgeous wife—lacing love in his eyes.

"Heaven..." He breathes out, a chuckle wafts out her blossoming lips.

The round table lit up by the floral aroma candles, adorned in delicious dishes, a strawberry cake placed in the core, a bouquet of red roses. Neva amuses herself from the love of the man holding her hand.

She peers up at the taller man, eyes moist from blessedness. Threading eyes with the grinning Rhett, she embraces him warm. "I'm so grateful Rhett." She pecks him on his lips. "I'm so happy."

He chuckles lightly, "I'm glad." He offers his hand, "Before dinner, may I have a dance with my beautiful wife?" She smiles, binding their hands, "Of course."

Magic of guitar, sweetness of the voice, warmth of the lyrics, mellows the piano, a lovesome melody, the slow song harmonizes with their gentle heart beats. The chorus vibrates the earth, the verses floats round the air, the bridge flies high in the sky.

Their raised hands intertwined, his protective arm around her waist, they sway a slow dance with the rhythm of music and the breeze outside.

Neva lay her head on his chest, eyes veiled, close and one, he softly kisses the side of her head.

The golden warmth, burns red the love. Hovers round the air, their comfort in the arms of the lover.

"You are mine, one with me even after this life." He phrases, and she looks up, entangling the attachment in their orbs. She smiles, "Forever yours, one everlasting."

He smiles so deep and wide, kissing his other–half with soaring passion, devotion, adoration and affection.

"Happy 19th birthday Angel." He wishes. She has both her arms embracing him, his heart beats soothing. "Thank you."

"Shall we cut the cake?" He asks, holding her close, caressing her mellow hair, mesmerizingly wavy, a waterfall down her waist.

"A while later," Neva murmers, breathing in deep, wishing to be in his arms, for as long as the night arises, for as long as the moon delights.

"Wait..." She looks up at him, from up his chest. He raises his brow, a probe to her sudden concerned orbs.

"Ella? Have you seen her?" She asks, wondering where the kitty dissapeared. "The orange cat went home. I guess," He declares. "When?" She frowns.

"When you were inside the room, it came out and cried. I opened the door and it hopped away." He reveals.

Neva pouts, "I hoped to give her some treats." He shakes his head, "I couldn't possibly let the loud cat third wheel us."

She chuckles at his remark, "Well, from now on, there'll always be someone third wheeling us." She smiles, eyes threaded, arms encircling his neck. He ponders for a moment, frowning deep.

"Ahh...of course, our baby." He sighs, smiling Neva drawing a smile on his lips—awe adorning his eyes.