Seven months later
Joey
"Stop fidgeting with it Joey." Noah says patiently for about the thirtieth time.
"Just take it from him. It'd be easier." Grant mutters and Liam snorts his agreement.
Pop comes up with a box in his hand. "Now boys is that anyway to treat a nervous young man who is about to ask the most universally important question of his life?"
"Wow Pop I'm sure that helped him. Damn." Sean shakes his head before wandering off to finish his job.
Liam. "Let's go Pop. We got balloons to hang." He gives me a sympathetic shake of the head.
Mr. Webb comes up and claps me on the shoulder. "Deep breaths. And hand it over." He holds his hand out and I give him a sheepish look before pulling the box from my pocket. He takes it, smiling gently. "I'll give it back to you right bef
