“What is it?”
“I’m not telling you, that would ruin it,” I laugh. She smiles, and I can’t think of a better Christmas present than the one I’m going to give her tonight.
We pull up at the restaurant, and I park before helping her out. We head inside and find the perfect table for part one of her present.
We sit in the back booth across from each other because I want to see her face when I tell her this.
“This is nice,” she says softly.
“Looking at you is nice,” I remind her. She smiles, and it’s everything. It’s fucking everything.
I order our meals and a few drinks before I pull the box from my pocket. I set it on the table and slide it over to her.
“What’s that?”
“Part of your present,” I reply.
“What is it?”
“Open it,” I tell her. Her smile gets brighter as she grabs the box slowly and pulls the top open. Her mouth falls open when she sees the ring inside. A perfect diamond for the perfect woman.
“Devon.”
“Just listen to me, okay?” She looks up at me and waits for me to say more. “I know this is sudden. I know that you’re still getting to know me, and that’s fine, but I want you, Caydence. There’s never going to be anyone I want more.”
“We can’t do this.”
“We already did it.”
“What do you mean?” she asks, confused.
“Well, not in the typical sense. You did sign the marriage certificate,” I tell her with a fucking grin. Her mouth falls open once more, and I can see the confusion in her eyes.
“What the hell do you mean? I never signed anything,” she snaps.
“Last week at the office. I slipped it into your forms,” I tell her.
“You did what?” she yells this time. I can tell that she’s getting angry, and I thought she might. But that doesn’t change the facts. “Why?”
“I didn’t think you’d say yes,” I answer truthfully.
“For good reason, Devon!”
“You don’t have a good reason, Caydence.”
“Yes, I fucking do!”
“What is it then? What’s the reason?”
“You know what you did,” she whisper yells at me.
“We’re past that. Give me something else.”
“We’re… we’re too young,” she argues, but her eyes fall back down the diamond sitting in front of her. She loves it. I knew she would. And she can’t stay mad at me forever. That isn’t her. That’s not who she is.
“We’re not too young. I think we’re the perfect age, and to be honest, I like how my last name sounds with your first. Caydence Knight.”
“We can’t … this is too much, Devon.”
