“I think that would be the perfect midway point for a wedding. I hear it’s gorgeous there.”
She shook her head.
“What?” I asked.
“How did I get stuck with you?”
“I ask myself that question every day.”
She laughed. “You know I’m kidding, right?”
“I know. I’m not, though. I’m stuck with me. It’s a conundrum I’ve thought about for years.”
Our friends had gone back to socializing with each other after the spectacle of my proposal, though Cat and I were still causing a little bit of a scene in the bar. It didn’t surprise me people wanted to look at us. She was gorgeous, I was in a suit, and we were in love.
I stepped back for a moment. She brought her hand closer to her face and looked at the emerald ring.
“Do you like it?” I asked.
“I love it. I love you.”
“And you’re stuck with me,” I reiterated, smirking.
“And you’re stuck in me.” Her eyes widened. “I meant stuckwithme. Damn English language.”
I smiled. “Freudian slip. Now I know what you’rereallythinking about, Kit Cat.”
“I swear I was just thinking about this ring and how gorgeous it is. That’s all.”
I tipped her chin up to me. “You should know better than to put dirty ideas in my head.”
She swallowed. “Sorry.”
I looked around. “You ready to get out of here?”
“Are youpropositioningme for a one night stand?”
“If that’s what you’re into tonight,” I winked.
“We’re weirdos, aren’t we.”
“Yes,” I said. “We’re misfits. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
THE END
EPILOGUE
DUSTIN
She was crying.And it was all my fault.
Cat shook her head at me as she squatted down so our daughter could hug her.
“That’s not Dad!” our daughter Eli was crying.
“Yes, that is Daddy. He just shaved his beard.”
I kneeled down next to them. “It’s okay Eli, it’s still me. It’s just that you can see my face now.”
