“So, you’re serious about this?” Stijn asked his younger brother, Sven while they were standing on Stijn’s balcony which overlooked the Hudson River.
“Yes, I am. I’m madly in love with Nadira and I’m going to ask her to marry her.”
“What about Femke?”
“I don’t love her, Stijn.”
“Does she know that?”
“Of course, she does. Long before I met Nadira, Femke suspected that I didn’t feel the same way about her. And when I broke up with her, she was very upset but not surprised.”
“What about Mom and Dad? You know that they’re going to have a huge problem with this.”
“Stijn, as much as I love our parents, I’m not going to let them interfere in my life. I’ve made up my mind and there’s nothing they nor you or anyone else can do to change it.”
Stijn put his arm around his shoulders. “I envy you,” he said. “You were always very headstrong. You always went after what you wanted and never let anything or anyone stop you. You always stuck to your guns. If marrying this woman is truly what you want, then go for it. I wish you the best.”
Sven smiled. “Thank you. I hope that you will come to the wedding. It would mean a lot to me.”
Stijn looked him in the eyes. “If it means that much to you, I will be there.”
Sven hugged him. “I’d better go.”
Stijn followed him into the foyer. “Take care, little brother,” he said as he opened the front door.
Stijn watched him walk away before he closed the door. Sven had guts. He admired him for that. He was thankful that, unlike Sven, he had fallen in love with a Dutch woman.
Nadira was lying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, daydreaming about Sven when the doorbell rang. Scrambling to her feet, she went to answer the door. She smiled broadly when she saw who it was and eagerly unlocked the door. “Hello,” she said as she threw her arms around his neck.
Sven held her against him, his eyes intent on her upturned face. “Hello,” he murmured before he lowered his head and kissed her.
They kissed for several minutes before she drew back. “We’d better go inside.”
He released her and removed his denim jacket as she locked the door. “I have something very important to ask you,” he informed her.
“What is it?”
He responded by getting down on one knee and taking her hand. “Will you marry me?”
Nadira smiled through the tears. “Yes,” was her choked reply.
After he slipped the ring on her finger, he got to his feet and cupping her face between his hands, he kissed every inch of her face before kissing her on the lips. “I love you,” he murmured.
She put her arms around his waist and pressed against him. “I love you too.”
As he kissed her, his heart almost bursting with the love he felt for her, he asked himself, how could his family have a problem with this? As long as he was happy, shouldn’t that be all that really mattered?