I chuckle, finally relaxing, and pull it out of my pocket. A three-carat, round diamond with a halo around it and a hidden halo underneath is cradled by two thin white gold bands lined with tiny diamonds, and there's a slight V where they meet the hidden halo. No matter which way I turn the ring, the brilliant gems sparkle.
Jacob picks it up and whistles. "That must have set you back a pretty penny."
"Willow's worth it, sir," I proudly declare.
He studies it further, then hands it back to me. "She'll love it."
"I hope so," I state, shoving it back into my pocket.
Jacob grunts. "If a woman can't appreciate that ring, she doesn't deserve one." He rises.
I follow.
He steps around the desk and pulls me into a manly hug, slapping my back. "Glad you finally grew up, son."
His words mean more to me than any ever have. "Thank you, sir."
He steps back. "When are you asking her?"
"Now that I have your blessing, I'm asking her tonight."
He grins. "Great. And just so you know, she's as stubborn as her mother, but she has a heart bigger than Texas. Both those things will grow the longer you're married."
I laugh again. "Noted."
I leave his office, and spend the rest of the day preparing to propose to Willow. And now that Jacob told me about the land, my idea is even more perfect.
When it turns dark, I pull out my phone.
Me: You home soon, sugar?
Willow: About to pull onto our road.
Me: I took a walk and ended up at the cabin. My ankle is hurting. Think I overdid it when it was already sore. Can you pick me up?
Willow: Ashpost?
Me: Yes.
Willow: I didn't know you hurt it.
Me: Didn't want you worrying about a little twinge.
Willow: Sounds like more than that.
Me: I think the walk did it. I'll be okay. Just don't think I should walk back.
Willow: No, don't move. I'll be there soon.
Me: Thanks.
Nerves have me pacing as I glance around the cabin, taking in the weary bones and stone fireplace in the glow of the lights I strung everywhere. Memories flood me of when Willow and I first tore open each other's hearts, souls, and bodies.
I turn the lights off, and wait until Willow pulls up.
I text her.
Me: Can you come inside? I need some help getting off the couch.
