The delicate looking princess cut engagement ring was warm as it rested in my palm. It weighed nothing, but my hand shook. Hell, my hand shook so badly that I barked out a dry laugh that cracked like thunder as I stood in my childhood bathroom.
I’d never been this nervous before. Jesus. I should’ve taken out stock in the brand of deodorant I used. It was crazy.
This whole thing was insane. A year ago I never would’ve thought I’d be minutes from getting down on one knee like one of those guys in those corny ass jewelry commercials. Never thought that would be me, but there was a knot in my throat the size of a soccer ball, & the nervous energy was part excitement, part dread, because she could always say no.
And that would be seven circles of hell kind of awkward with my whole family downstairs. How many circles of hell were there? Wait. Dammit. Why was I even thinking about that right now? Dragging my gaze to the mirror over the sink, I looked like I was seconds from walking off a cliff. Would she think this was too soon? I knew she loved me. No doubt in my mind. And there was no woman on this Earth I loved more than her. There. I felt it. The skip of my heart. The dip in my gut.
I was in deep when it came to her. Always had been. That was never going to change. She was & would always be my everything. This was the right thing to do. I’d just wished I had more to give her. A romantic dinner. Maybe one of those flash mobs.
Actually, she would probably hide under a table if a flash mob was involved. I started to put the ring back in the velvet box, but on second thought, said WTH & tossed the box aside & slipped the baby into the pocket of my jeans. Then I got down to making myself look somewhat presentable. Scrubbed my face. Brushed teeth. Shoved my fingers through my hair. Grabbed for the floss & realized I was procrastinating like a mofo. I’d told her I’d be gone for a few minutes. That was fifteen minutes ago. Okay. More like twenty minutes. It was like a fell into a black hole up here.
I needed to downstairs before someone sent a search party. That was the last thing I needed. My nerves were already shot. My heart pounded, louder than my booted footsteps as I headed down the hall. Stopping at the top of the steps I closed my eyes. Get it together. This was only the biggest question I’d ever ask anyone in my life. Yeah, that thought didn’t help whatsoever. I just needed to stop thinking. I also needed to walk down these steps. A cupcake would also be really good about now. Maybe even a cookie. Okay. I needed to also stop thinking about food Those steps was the shortest damn steps I’d ever walked. In seconds, I was down in the foyer, standing there like an idiot with my hand pressed against the pocket of my jeans. My mouth was dry. I might be having a heart attack Everything was cool. Laughter floated out from the living room. Someone shouted something about balls. My father? Probably. How appropriate.
I needed to find mine. It wasn’t like my family or my best friend didn’t know I’d been planning to do this. But they had no idea it would happen Tonight. On Christmas. Which was admittedly cheesy. That’s what love did. Made me into a complete cheese ball. If I started crying I’d probably punch myself in the throat. Time to get these feet moving. Now or never. Do or die. Blah. Blah. My feet moved like I was knee deep in wet sand. The twinkling lights from the massive, Lampoon size Christmas Tree led the way My parents got a little crazy with Christmas.Looked like Christmas threw up on the house. I might actually hurl. That would be romantic. Very sexy. I stopped just at the threshold of the living room, my eyes finding her immediately & there it was again. The punched in the chest feeling. Weak in the freaking knees.
I hadn’t said a word, but she turned from where she sat beside my sister, as if we were connected & she knew I was there Our gazes locked. And in that moment, when her lips
I’d never been this nervous before. Jesus. I should’ve taken out stock in the brand of deodorant I used. It was crazy.
This whole thing was insane. A year ago I never would’ve thought I’d be minutes from getting down on one knee like one of those guys in those corny ass jewelry commercials. Never thought that would be me, but there was a knot in my throat the size of a soccer ball, & the nervous energy was part excitement, part dread, because she could always say no.
And that would be seven circles of hell kind of awkward with my whole family downstairs. How many circles of hell were there? Wait. Dammit. Why was I even thinking about that right now? Dragging my gaze to the mirror over the sink, I looked like I was seconds from walking off a cliff. Would she think this was too soon? I knew she loved me. No doubt in my mind. And there was no woman on this Earth I loved more than her. There. I felt it. The skip of my heart. The dip in my gut.
I was in deep when it came to her. Always had been. That was never going to change. She was & would always be my everything. This was the right thing to do. I’d just wished I had more to give her. A romantic dinner. Maybe one of those flash mobs.
Actually, she would probably hide under a table if a flash mob was involved. I started to put the ring back in the velvet box, but on second thought, said WTH & tossed the box aside & slipped the baby into the pocket of my jeans. Then I got down to making myself look somewhat presentable. Scrubbed my face. Brushed teeth. Shoved my fingers through my hair. Grabbed for the floss & realized I was procrastinating like a mofo. I’d told her I’d be gone for a few minutes. That was fifteen minutes ago. Okay. More like twenty minutes. It was like a fell into a black hole up here.
I needed to downstairs before someone sent a search party. That was the last thing I needed. My nerves were already shot. My heart pounded, louder than my booted footsteps as I headed down the hall. Stopping at the top of the steps I closed my eyes. Get it together. This was only the biggest question I’d ever ask anyone in my life. Yeah, that thought didn’t help whatsoever. I just needed to stop thinking. I also needed to walk down these steps. A cupcake would also be really good about now. Maybe even a cookie. Okay. I needed to also stop thinking about food Those steps was the shortest damn steps I’d ever walked. In seconds, I was down in the foyer, standing there like an idiot with my hand pressed against the pocket of my jeans. My mouth was dry. I might be having a heart attack Everything was cool. Laughter floated out from the living room. Someone shouted something about balls. My father? Probably. How appropriate.
I needed to find mine. It wasn’t like my family or my best friend didn’t know I’d been planning to do this. But they had no idea it would happen Tonight. On Christmas. Which was admittedly cheesy. That’s what love did. Made me into a complete cheese ball. If I started crying I’d probably punch myself in the throat. Time to get these feet moving. Now or never. Do or die. Blah. Blah. My feet moved like I was knee deep in wet sand. The twinkling lights from the massive, Lampoon size Christmas Tree led the way My parents got a little crazy with Christmas.Looked like Christmas threw up on the house. I might actually hurl. That would be romantic. Very sexy. I stopped just at the threshold of the living room, my eyes finding her immediately & there it was again. The punched in the chest feeling. Weak in the freaking knees.
I hadn’t said a word, but she turned from where she sat beside my sister, as if we were connected & she knew I was there Our gazes locked. And in that moment, when her lips
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