Sorrow and regret were written plain on her features.
I released my hold on her and made sure she was good to stand on her two feet when I wrapped her head in my hands, then I whispered, “Baby. You did that to me; I’d still fucking love you.”
A tear trailed down her cheek. I winked down at her, “Besides, just another claim I get to use to tell the world you're mine.”
“Really, you’d be okay with that?” she asked.
“Long as the woman my baby calls Mom is you, then fuck yeah, I’d be okay with that.”
***
“Where are we going?” she asked with a smile.
A smile I had thought was taken from me.
I winked down at her, "It’s a surprise.”
She grumbled but climbed on the back of my bike.
And then, once she was settled, I started the bike up.
And like a shot, we were off.
We rode and rode for two hours to a little slice of heaven I found one day.
It was at the top of a mountain.
The moment we reached the top; I pulled the bike to a stop.
Then I cut the motor.
I helped her climb off and then helped her take the helmet off.
Followed by my own.
Then I took her hand and led her to the edge.
The whole of Whispering Falls was laid out before us.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to me.
“Made provisions. Should something ever happen to me. And if you had been taken from me, then this is where I would have followed you to the pearly gates.”
She tried to turn her body around in my arms, but I held her fast.
I rested my head atop her head and said, “If I didn’t have Cole and Madalyn, I have no doubt that I would have found my way to you. I used to think that soul mates were a myth. But it’s not. Because you're mine.”
And with those words, I released her and dropped to one knee while pulling the Tiffany blue box out of my pocket.
Then I flipped the lid open and waited.
And my woman didn’t make me wait long.
No, she spun around.
Her head dropped so her eyes landed on me, and then I asked, “Marry me.”
Lila
