by Mona Cox
“Marry me, Brittney,” he says, opening the box and showing me a simple golden ring. Oh God, someone pinch me right now - is this really happening?
Slowly, he takes the ring out of the box, and I offer him my trembling hand.
“Y-yes…! Yes, I’ll marry you!” I cry out, feeling the sting of tears on both my eyes. I wipe them off with the back of my free hand and, still smiling, he slides the ring into one of my fingers.
“Now, I know this isn’t a diamond ring or anything like that but --”
“I don’t care!” I cut him short. “I don’t care about diamonds and I don’t care about --”
“But,” he continues, still speaking softly, “this is far more important to me. This was my grandmother’s engagement ring, Brittney. It’s been in the family for more than sixty years, passing down from my grandmother to my mother… And now it’s your turn to wear it.”
“I… I don’t even know what to say,” I whisper, raising my hand and looking at the way the ring fits perfectly on my fingers, its golden surface reflecting the stark glow of the brightly lit New York skyline. “It’s perfect.”
“No, you’re perfect,” he replies, going up to his feet and bending over, his mouth reaching for mine. My eyelids droop as I feel the touch of his lips, and I place my arms over his shoulders, pulling him into me. Moving fast, he sneaks one arm under my legs, the fabric of his shirt brushing against the back of my knees, and picks me up from the chair.
Carrying me in his arms, he looks into my eyes, a tender expression smoothing the rugged lines on his face.
“I’m the luckiest man on Earth, Brittney,” he whispers, and I feel my heart melting inside my chest.
“You are… And you know why?” I tease him, my smile turning into a grin.
“Why?”
“Because your fiancée is in a celebratory mood,” I say, and his lips seem to mimic my grin. “And you know what that means, don’t you?”
“Oh, I do…” He replies, carrying me across the balcony and into the living room. He walks all the way to the bedroom, gently kicking the door open with the tip of his polished shoe, and steps inside.
Remember how all this started? With me squatting, and Kaden throwing a stone at a cop car windshield. A silly moment, just an idiotic blip on the ever-flowing river of time… But it was that moment that set all this into motion.
Life is all about that, I think. Not about trying to reach for the grand moments, but about enjoying the way the small things seem to send ripples throughout our whole lives.
Most times, that’s how love finds you.
At least, that’s how it found me.
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