I can’t stop grinning.
She spins on her heels, and I follow her close up the stairs. She stops a couple times to check that I’m right behind her. The third time, I give her a look. “Do you think I’m going to disappear, love?”
“Maybe,” she says softly and then scampers the rest of the way.
She presses her back against the door, blocking our entry. I try to remain calm, but I know what’s behind those doors. And she unknowingly prolongs this process.
“I think I’m going to get fat off scones,” she tells me, relishing this fact.
“You’re supposed to sell the scones, not eat them.”
“Who made those rules?”
“Capitalists.”
She crinkles her nose. “I like my way better.”
I nod to the door. “You going in?”
“I’m trying something new,” she tells me. “Restraint.”
Jesus Christ. She has to choosetonightfor her personal achievement? “Should we discuss donuts next?” I say jokingly.
She looks like she’s taking this into serious consideration, and I give in. I reach past her waist and turn the knob, opening the door behind her back.
Her eyes go big, and shestilldoesn’t turn around. “Are you testing me?”
I put my hands on her shoulders and walk her backwards, leading her slowly into our room. Step by step. Her eyes fix on mine until she looks down, obviously feeling something soft under her bare feet.
“What…”
Red petals decorate the bedroom floor while burning candles flicker on the dresser and nightstand. It’s simple and perfect. I drop to my knee.
Her hands press to her lips, and I see that gaudy ring on her hand glinting back at me. It represents coercion and deception, all the wrong reasons for a marriage that should be filled with love.
We have lived through lies for too long. I’m ready for this to be honest, not another sham. I’m so ready for her to take it off.
Her eyes have already welled with tears and I haven’t even spoken yet.
I pull out a small box from my pocket. Colorful and wrapped in comic book strips.
All my nerves seep out of me. I am filled with something else, something warm and pure that makes me never want to leave this moment.
“Lily Calloway, will you marry me? For real this time?”
I open the box, and a ruby cut into a heart sparkles back at her. Diamonds circle it.
“Yes!” She jumps a little, tears seeping out of the corners of her eyes. I rise to my feet, and with one kiss, I have her planted firmly back on Earth. She tangles her fingers in my hair and letsmedeepen the kiss.
When I part from her, she begins yanking at her gaudy ring. She gets wild-eyed. “Lo, it’s not coming off,” she panics. “It’s not coming off!”
“Calm down,” I coax. I test it out, but it’s tight around her swollen finger. Maybe she is gaining some weight. I kissher temple and take her hand in mine, leading her to the bathroom. We spend a couple of minutes soaking her finger in soap before the ring comes loose and clinks on the counter.
What if my ring doesn’t fit her?
She reaches for the box, and I grab it from her. “Let me,” I say.
She holds out her hand. The ring slides effortlessly, the leftover soap on her finger probably helping. She appraises the ruby and the band for a long moment. “I love it, Lo.” Her eyes twinkle as they meet mine. “I love you more.”
