My heart swells.A sympathetic smile dances on my lips.
“But,” his eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch, “what scares me most is not having you in my life.”
I’m rendered speechless.
“I love you, Amy,” he says, the words a quiet, absolute truth that settles in every fiber of my being.“I am completely and utterly in love with you.”
The final missing piece of my heart clicks into place.
Before I can find the words to respond, he sets down his champagne cup.He takes a step back and kneels before me.
My heart stops for a terrifying, dizzying moment.
Is he…?
He reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a silver key.It gleams in the soft light of the café.
He holds it up as if it were a ring.“Would you move in with me, Amy Beckett?”he asks, his voice earnest and full of hope.“And I mean fully.No more guest room.”
A watery laugh bursts from me.I cover my mouth, tears of pure joy streaming down my face.
He continues, his eyes never leaving mine.“Move in with me.Let’s navigate this unfamiliar territory together.”
I nod, tears blurring my vision as I sink to my knees to join him.
I take the key, fingers trembling.“Yes.”I nod over and over, beaming through the tears as my hand rises to cup the side of his face.“Yes.”
We meet in the middle, pulling each other into a tight embrace.
“I love you so much, Matthew Warren.”The confession rises from the depths of my heart.
He smiles.A beautiful smile full of a thousand promises.He leans in to kiss me, pulling me up with him as we stand.
It is a kiss that holds the memory of every struggle.
The sweetness of every victory.
And the shared promise to face every tomorrow together.
Here, in the quiet of my café, wrapped in the arms of the man I love, holding the key to our future…
I am.
Finally.
Truly.
Home.
