Here is chapter two of When I Was Your Man. Unfortunately, right now my computer is at the computer doctor, but hopefully, I will get it back tomorrow. I have updates ready for some of my other stories ready to go. This one, thankfully, was saved on my tablet so I was able to upload it.

Thanks for being patient. I'll have updates as soon as I get my computer back.

Please enjoy.

"No!" Morgan hollered.

Penelope spun her head around in search of the noise. She could have sworn it was Morgan's voice she heard. She looked back down at Marco, who was still kneeling, holding a beautiful engagement ring in his hand and waiting for her answer.

She could hear footsteps running over to where she was; looking around she saw Derek, making his way over to her.

Penelope stood frozen in her spot as everything she had been trying to push away for the past couple of months came crashing into her, nearly knocking her off balance.

She looked down at Marco again, still holding out the ring,

Marco was perfect for her in the sense of the word. He made time for her when Derek refused. He'd take her out dancing whenever she'd ask. He'd bring her flowers, just because. He'd spend all his free time, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world. The things she had wished and prayed Derek would have done for her when they were still together.

I hope he buys you flowers

I hope he holds your hand

Give you all his hours

When he has the chance

Take you to every party

'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance

But he didn't. Derek pushed her aside, just like all his countless flings in his past. She slowly became just another number to him as the months went by. She didn't cause their demise, he did. She tried to fix it. She tried with all her might to fix what had hopelessly fallen apart.

"Hey, Baby Boy," she called out as Derek made his way into the house. "Did you have fun working on your properties?"

Derek strode into the kitchen and looked down at the soup she was making, "It's not fun, P. It's work. I want to get this house on the market by June."

"Oh," she said, dejected. "That's still like four months away. Do you need to spend all your time there?"

"Well, yeah." He looked at her like she lost her mind. "How else am I going to get it ready in time?"

She felt her heart break. She didn't mind him working on his properties; she just wished he would have maybe asked her to come along- like he did when they first got together. She had a blast helping him knock out walls and paint. "Would you like my help?" she offered.

"No, you would just slow me down."

She didn't say anything to that. Instead she grabbed two bowls and proceeded to pour dinner for them. When she handed the bowl to Derek, he looked down at it with disgust.

"I got something to eat already." He took the bowl from her and poured it back into the pot. He turned so fast to leave the room; he never saw the tears fall down her cheeks.

She grabbed her bowl and quietly walked into the dinning room, where she foolishly had candles lit. It wasn't anything big, or a grand romantic gesture; it was something small in hopes to rekindle what they once had. She ate in silence until she heard the shower turn off. She then cleaned up her food, blew out the candles and headed upstairs.

When she walked into the bedroom, Derek was laying on top of the bed, looking at a magazine.

"Derek, can we talk for a few moments," she asked, so quietly, she could barely hear herself.

He didn't look up from his magazine to answer her.

"Please, Baby, just a few minutes?" she asked again.

He turned to her, only for a brief moment, before turning to his nightstand to shut off the light. "Not tonight. I'm beat, okay?" He got under the covers, turning away from her.

She did her best to hold back the tears that were ever present in her eyes. She didn't want him to hear her cry again- not that he would have cared. She grabbed her phone, and quietly walked out of the bedroom, pulling up Emily's number to text her.

"Puddin' Pop?" Marco asked, looking at her, after shooting a glare towards Derek. "Did you not hear me? Sweetie, you make me the happiest I have ever been in my life. I didn't know a pure love like yours even existed. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know we haven't known each other for very long but I don't think that matters. When it's right, you do anything you can to make that person happy, and baby, you don't even need to try and make me happy, just being you does that. So, Penelope Garcia, will you marry me?"

She continued to stare at Marco, a lump caught in her throat. Marco was perfect. And she didn't have to fight to be with him; it was easy from day one. Whereas, with Derek, it was a struggle from day one. Neither one of them admitting their feelings for each other, until years later, purposely flaunting lovers in front of the other, to spitefully hurt them. She had thought they had finally gotten it right, when he asked her to move in with him, and at first everything was as it should be. They continued being best friends and lovers; the only difference was they lived in the same house. But it all changed. He pulled away and became annoyed with her presence. He pushed her away, only bringing her close when he wanted release.

The tears filler her eyes as she remembered the pain she went through at the end. How she wished she would wake up, and it would all be just a bad dream.

"Penelope…" Derek's voice brought her off balance.

She turned to face him not being able to find her voice. She let her eyes focus on him and couldn't help the rush of feeling that flooded her. She loved this man, loved him with every fiber in her being, but he hurt her caused her to feel unwanted and unloved.

Made her feel like she was nothing to him. Made her feel like she wasn't even there. How could she leave a man like Marco, who for all intents and purposes was perfect, for a man that time and time again caused her pain?

It was simple- she couldn't.

She turned back to Marco, ready to give her answer.

"Wait! Penelope!" Derek spoke again. She could hear the panic raising in his voice, just like the night she left.

She turned to him as he stepped closer. "I know I have no right to ask you anything. Hell, I have no right to even beg and plead for you to hear me out, but I am. Please, Penelope…just give me five minutes."

She looked back at Marco, who was still kneeling, but this time he was looking at Derek and not her.

Derek took another step closer to her, once again drawing her attention to him.

"I don't even know where to start or how to fix anything I have caused, but I know this: I know that you, Penelope Garcia, deserve the world. You deserve someone who will be your knight in shinning armor, someone that would drop everything to be by your side. Someone who is willing to show you what it means to have their love in return." She watched him stop for a moment to look at Marco then back to her.

Do all the things I should have done

When I was your man

"I'm sure Marco, provides all of that for you and that when you look at me, you no longer see love, but I'm hear to tell you, that you hold my heart- well, what's left of it, that is. From day one, you have held every inch of my heart, even when I tried to guard it from you, it never worked. You own my heart, all of it. I know I wasn't want you thought I would be in our relationship, and I take full responsibly for that. But I love all of you; you're my end and my beginning. Penelope, I will forever regret the way I treated you when I was your man, but I'm standing her, asking you to give me another chance. Give me a chance to show you, you are my everything. A chance to right all the wrongs I've committed."

She watched as unashamed emotions played across his face, as he waited for her to speak.

The air was thick all around them. Her heart beating in her throat, as she looked before the man she loved with everything in her. Her own heart breaking for the situation she found herself in, her heart breaking for Marco, as he poured his heart out to her, her heart breaking for Derek, as he did the same, and her heart breaking, because no matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to fully get over him.

"I-" she went to speak but was cut off by Derek once again,

"Marry me. Let me prove to you. I'm who you belong with. Before you answer Marco, think about us, think about all the good times we had. All the good times we will have. I fully admit I was the cause of our destruction, but I promise you this, Baby Girl, now that I've lived without you in my life, I will never make the same mistake twice. Living without you has been the worst experience of my entire life. And we both know what I've been though. You're my light, my life, the reason I wake up in the morning. You chase away my demons, bring me back down to size, you heal me." He took another step closer to her so he was now directly in front of her.

"Penelope-" Marco started, but was interrupted by Derek.

"You are my whole world, Penelope. Marry me, and I will spend the rest of my life proving to you, that you made the right choice. Marry me?"

She kept her gaze locked with his as she saw him completely open up to her in front of an audience, exposing his hurt and pain.

"Penelope?" Marco said again, finally getting off his knee. "Sweetheart, look at me."

She couldn't. She couldn't look away from Derek. She stared into his eyes as they showed all the pain he was in, the pain of losing her. She went to open her mouth, only to have Derek close the gap between them pressing his lips to hers.

He kissed her with every ounce of emotion he had left in his body. He kissed her, in hopes of portraying what his words were not getting through. He kissed her like he should have always kissed her.

She couldn't help herself, even if she wanted to, from responding to the man she loved.

"Marry me?" He spoke just above a whisper as they pulled out of the kiss.

She gazed at him a few moments more, letting the world around them fall from view. This was the man she was destined to be with. This was the man she was made for, and she knew it. She could try and fight it all she wanted but she knew they were meant to be together. The road might not always be perfect, but in the end, it would always be Derek at the finish line. Not Marco, not any other man- Derek.

"Yes."

AN: This was a pain to post from my tablet, lol. I'm glad I finally got it to work. I was about to give up. I hope you liked this, if you have a few moments please let me know what you thought.