Well, almost everything.
“Bailey,” I whisper, holding her close to me. “I don’t have a ring yet; I want us to pick out something you’ll love. But, considering the circumstances… I think that maybe…” For once, I’m at a loss for words.
Thankfully, she’s always there to catch me when I’m stumbling.
“Yes,” she murmurs sweetly while staring soulfully into my eyes.
I cup her beautiful face in my hands. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’ll marry you, Christopher Maddox.”
I hold her, so closely that I can hear our hearts beat, hear our breath begin to flow in sync, in and out, like the tide. I imagine our wedding, either an extravagant affair or something low-key; it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s ours. I imagine the first time I notice Bailey’s stomach swelling with new life. I imagine our new house transformed into a home for our growing family, a little boy or girl toddling around.
I open my eyes to see Bailey staring straight at me, smiling gently, as if she’s imagining the exact same things.
And I realize there’s no need to imagine, when the most perfect reality is standing right in front of me.THE END