“Holly, will you marry me?” Aaron asks.
I shift my attention from him and to the ring. It is diamond. It looks expensive. An heirloom, probably? From his mother? My tears fall out of happiness. I feel so undeserving and yet, he offers me marriage. I am elated that I wrap my arms around him and snuggle on his chest.
“I accept! Of course, I will,” I whisper. “I love you, Aaron.”
“No need to cry,” he whispers, as he lightly touches my hair.
“I am sorry. I’m just really happy,” I cry.
I hear the laughter in his voice, but I don’t care. I am happy that I am given another chance to spend the rest of my life with him.
“Stop being so adorable or I will punish you until you can no longer walk.”
Yet, the instant those words left his lips, he is kissing me again.
“The wedding preparations!”
