“I don’t care.” I shake my head. “I don’t care if you don’t want to marry me. I don’t care if I don’t have children. I just want you,” I whisper through tears. “I can’t live one more day without you,” I breathe. “I just want you. I don’t care about the other things anymore.” I frown. “I’m sorry for doing this to us.”
He stares at me as his eyes cloud over. “You would give up what you want for me?”
I nod. “I would.”
“But you being happy is what makes me happy.”
I smile softly. “I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you and the kids. I don’t need anything else.”
His eyes hold mine, and then without a word, he drops to his knee, and his shaking hands pull out a black velvet box.
My lips part as my world stops.
His breathing quivers and he looks up at me, filled with hope. "Brielle Johnston
