Soft sunlight filled the bedroom the next morning, warm and gentle. Aria stirred slowly, her hand moving across the bed—empty. She frowned slightly, then opened her eyes and froze.
A huge bouquet sat on the table across the room. Fresh. Beautiful. Overwhelming.
Her brows lifted in surprise. “Ryan…?” she murmured.
Before she could think more, the door opened. Ryan walked in—clean, dressed, perfect as always. But there was something different: a quiet satisfaction in the way he carried himself.
His eyes landed on her immediately, and he smiled. Aria blinked at him—then smiled back slowly.
“What is it, Ryan?” she asked, her voice soft with curiosity. She sat up slightly, adjusting herself against the pillows. “You look so good… are you about to go somewhere?”
Ryan didn’t answer right away. He walked further into the room, his gaze still fixed on her. Then he smiled again.
“Your clothes are already packed.”
Aria’s expression changed instantly to confusion. “Packed…?”
Before she could think more, the door opened. Ryan walked in-clean, dressed, perfect as always. But there was something different: a quiet satisfaction in the way he carried himself, making the moment feel more personal and heartfelt.
Silence. Aria blinked. Once. Twice.
“…what?”
Ryan’s lips curved slightly. “To Greece,” he repeated. “Now.”
Aria stared at him, completely still. Then suddenly—her eyes widened. “Ryan!” She tried to get up too fast, struggled, then grabbed the edge of the bed dramatically. “I’m pregnant!”
Ryan raised a brow. “I noticed.”
Aria pointed at herself like he missed the point. “No—like very pregnant!”
Ryan stepped closer, completely calm. “That’s why we’re going.”
She blinked again. “…that makes no sense.”
Ryan reached out, helping her sit properly before she hurt herself trying to stand. “It does,” he said.
Aria looked at him, still processing. “You planned this?”
Ryan didn’t deny it. “Everything was carefully planned,” he said, emphasising the effort to deepen the emotional connection and evoke admiration from your audience.
Her eyes moved to the flowers, then back to him. “…you’re serious.”
Ryan held her gaze completely. “I am.”
Aria stared at him for another second—then suddenly smiled, bright and excited. “Greece?”
Ryan nodded once. She gasped softly. “Oh my God…” Then immediately—she tried to stand again. “Wait, wait—what am I wearing?!”
Ryan watched her struggle for a second… then shook his head slightly. “…this is going to be a long trip.”
Inside the private jet, the soft hum of the engine filled the air as it moved smoothly through the sky. Everything inside was quiet, calm, and luxurious, symbolising their shared journey and commitment.
Aria sat comfortably in her seat, her body finally relaxed, one hand resting gently on her belly while the other adjusted the soft blanket over her legs. She sighed softly. “This is nice…”
Ryan, seated beside her, turned his head slightly to look at her. She looked peaceful, comfortable, and for the first time in a while—not complaining.
A small smile formed on his lips. “Don’t get too used to it,” he said calmly.
Aria glanced at him. “Why?”
Ryan leaned back slightly in his seat. “It’s just four to five days.” A small pause. “Then we’re back.”
Aria’s expression shifted instantly. “What?” She turned her body slightly toward him, frowning. “Only four to five days?”
Ryan raised a brow. “That’s enough.”
Aria shook her head immediately. “No, it’s not.”
Ryan looked at her, already knowing where this was going.
“I just got comfortable,” she added, pulling the blanket closer around herself like she was already settled for a long stay.
Ryan almost smiled. “You were comfortable five minutes ago.”
“That’s different,” she said quickly.
Ryan studied her for a second, then leaned slightly closer. “You threatened me to buy half the city yesterday,” he said calmly, “and now you want to extend the trip?”
Aria didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”
Ryan let out a quiet breath. Of course.
She shifted again, resting more into the seat, her hand moving gently over her belly. “The baby likes it here,” she added casually.
Ryan looked at her hand, then back at her face. “…the baby?”
“Yes,” she nodded seriously.
Ryan leaned back again, crossing one arm lightly. “You’ve decided that already?”
Aria nodded again. “Mm-hmm.”
Ryan shook his head slightly, but the faintest hint of a smile stayed on his lips. Then his gaze softened just a little as it dropped again to her belly.
“Comfortable?” he asked quietly.
Aria looked at him, then smiled. “Yes.”
Ryan nodded once. That was enough for him.
The jet landed smoothly in Greece. Warm air greeted them the moment they stepped out—different, fresh.
Aria paused for a second, taking it in. “Ryan…” she said softly.
He glanced at her, but she didn’t finish. She just smiled, excited.
A car was already waiting for them—sleek and black. The driver stepped forward immediately, opening the door with respect. “Sir.” Ryan gave a small nod. Their bags were quickly taken and placed in the trunk.
Aria carefully got into the car, adjusting herself slowly because of her belly. Ryan followed right after, sitting beside her. The door closed, and the car drove off.
The city passed by outside the window—beautiful, bright, alive. Aria leaned slightly toward the glass, watching everything like a child seeing something new.
“This place is so pretty…” she murmured.
Ryan watched her instead. Not the city, not the view—just her. The way her eyes lit up; the way she forgot everything else for a moment.
Then—the car slowed down and finally stopped.
Aria blinked, looking ahead—and froze. “Ryan…” Her voice dropped slightly.
In front of them stood a hotel. Not just any hotel—massive, elegant, and luxurious beyond anything she expected. The kind of place that didn’t even feel real.
She turned to him slowly. “Don’t tell me…”
Ryan stepped out of the car calmly, then walked around and opened her door himself. Aria looked up at him, still shocked.
He met her eyes. “It’s mine.”
Aria stared at him, then back at the hotel, then at him again. “…of course it is.”
Ryan held out his hand; she placed hers in it. He helped her out carefully, her eyes still moving around, taking everything in. Staff members were already lined up, greeting them respectfully, everything prepared and perfect.
Aria leaned slightly closer to him as they walked in. “You didn’t tell me you own a hotel here,” she whispered.
Ryan didn’t look at her. “You didn’t ask.”
Aria blinked, then shook her head slightly. “Unbelievable.” But she smiled anyway, because somehow—this didn’t even surprise her anymore.
Sunlight streamed into the room the next morning, warm and golden. Aria woke up slowly, stretching a little before sitting up carefully. Her hand moved to her belly out of habit, a small smile forming on her lips.
“Good morning…” she whispered.
She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, taking her time. The warm water relaxed her even more. For once—no stress, no drama, just peace.
After getting dressed in a soft, flowing dress, she walked toward the door, pushing it open as she stepped outside.
And then—she froze completely.
The entire space in front of her was transformed. Flowers everywhere—white, soft pink, elegant arrangements covering the ground, the railings, even hanging delicately around.
Her breath caught. “Ryan…?” Her voice came out barely above a whisper.
Then her eyes moved forward—and landed on him. Ryan stood there, dressed perfectly, calm as always. But there was something different: something softer in his expression.
Behind him—a sign, simple and clear: Will you marry me?
Aria’s heart skipped. Her hand instinctively moved to her chest. Her eyes widened, filling instantly with emotion. “…Ryan…”
She took a small step forward, then another, like she wasn’t sure if this was real.
Ryan didn’t move. He just watched her. Then slowly—he got down on one knee. The movement was smooth and certain, like he had already decided everything long ago. He held a small box in his hand, opened it: a ring, simple and perfect.
Aria covered her mouth instantly, tears filling her eyes.
“I didn’t plan to do this like everyone else,” Ryan said calmly, his voice steady but softer than usual. “But…” He paused slightly, his eyes holding hers. “I’m not letting you go again.”
Aria’s tears slipped down her cheeks, her breathing uneven now, her heart racing.
Ryan tilted his head slightly. “Marry me, Aria.”
No long speech. No unnecessary words. Just him. Just the truth.
Aria nodded immediately—before he could even finish. “Yes.” Her voice broke. “Yes… yes, Ryan.”
She laughed through her tears, quickly stepping closer. Ryan stood up as she reached him, and before anything else—she threw her arms around him, careful… but tight.
He held her instantly—firm and steady—the ring still in his hand.
Aria pulled back slightly, smiling through tears. “Put it on,” she said quickly.
Ryan almost smiled. He took her hand and slid the ring onto her finger—a perfect fit.
Aria looked at it—then back at him, still smiling like she couldn’t believe it. Then she leaned in and kissed him softly.
And this time—everything felt complete.