I look at him and he’s dangling an engagement ring on the end of his little finger.
“I want you to marry me. I don’t care if it’s a big ceremony or something private. This is your day and I want it to be something special. The key is to ‘our’ new place and it has two extra bedrooms. I know you don’t have any emotional ties to this place, so we can make a new start.” It’s a lot of information to process but I don’t have to think about it.
My place is falling apart, and besides it’s only a rental. It needs tender loving care and the owner refuses to do the work. It’s a safety hazard. Gage has done his best to make it livable by rolling up his sleeves and doing some of the repairs. I’m glad to get rid of it with only three days left on the rent.
“I guess people do come into our lives for reasons that are not entirely clear at the time. I will marry you and we will move in with you. Just don’t expect me to be Molly maid,” I tease, knowing full well that he can do his own laundry.
“This has been a very eventful day, but you still haven’t answered the question,” Jake’s words sound hollow and then I realize I have left them hanging.
I’m staring at the ring on my finger when I suddenly become aware that they are still waiting for me to say something. “Of course, I will be the godmother.” I can’t put into words what I feel after getting engaged and finding a new place to live at the same time.
I snuggle up to him on the couch, and we share a kiss with them whispering behind our backs about getting a room.
THE END