His smile is so brilliant and achingly beautiful. I can’t believe he’s actually mine. “Of course. Anything for my girl.”
“Deal!” I pop off the couch and pull him after me.
“In a hurry?”
“Yes. The faster I can get this done, the faster we can get to movie night, AKA make-out session.”
He smirks. “Who said anything about making out? I’m not that easy.”
I boop his nose. “Oh, sweetie, you’re cute. Now shoo. I’m busy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He moves to the kitchen and pulls fresh slices of bread out of the package.
I turn my back to him so I can focus, instead of being distracted by his delicious backside.
I look at my reflection in my camera, remedying the stray hairs he mussed when he tackled me. Thankfully, I’m not wearing lipstick. Though, there’s nothing to be done about my slightly swollen lips and pink cheeks. But who cares what the viewers think? I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, and I don’t care if it’s evident all over my face.
“Sorry about that, folks. Now, back to business. When you’re considering the dangers to your dog, it’s best to get on their eye-level and think about what’s accessible to them.”
I drop to a squat on the floor. “Like this.” I clip the phone onto my tripod, allowing me more freedom to move. I sit on my haunches. Teddy and Roxy approach. They get on either side ofme. “Oh hello, guys. Nice to see you too, but I’m trying to film here.” I laugh. Teddy nudges me with his snout.
My viewers are used to seeing Teddy and Roxy popping in and out of my videos, so I try not to stress too much about their interruptions. I can always edit the clip later.
I scratch behind both their ears and down their necks. I notice something hanging from Roxy’s collar. “What’s this, girl?” It’s a thin black ribbon, small enough to blend in with her collar, hidden by her hair—I must’ve missed seeing it earlier.
“Hey babe, what’s on Roxy’s collar?”
Griffin abandons the kitchen and walks into the living room, a frown on his face. “What is it?”
I trace the ribbon, finding a small bow at the back, and untie it. A metallic sound clinks to the floor. And there, shining in the slowly fading light, is a solitaire diamond ring. I lift it, my hands trembling, and turn toward Griffin.
He’s on one knee behind me, eyes earnest, his smile wide. “Ashton, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
I don’t think. I just act. And leap into his arms. “Yes!” I squeal.
We rise together and he lifts me off the ground, my bare feet dangling in the air, the dogs barking at our sudden excitement.
All the while, the camera sits forgotten, recording every single moment.
But this?
This is just for us.
