“I love you, Colleen Weston. I can’t imagine my life with anyone else, and you’ve already given me so much, from the baby on the way to your generous presence and sweet soul. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me and become Mrs. Carl Jager?”
Tears are streaming down my cheeks now and I can barely speak. But I manage to say, “Yes, Carl. I love you too, and I’d love to marry you. Thank you for asking.”
With that, he slips a gorgeous diamond ring on my finger, and my family oohs and ahs as it glints in the bright sunlight. Carl stands and pulls me close for a kiss, but my big belly bumps him and we both laugh before he maneuvers to the side, finally claiming my mouth with his own.
With that, the crowd seems to melt away, leaving only me, my man, and the child in my belly. After all, things have worked out for the better. Although my parents never expected me to become involved with our older neighbor down the street, I adore being with my firefighter. Carl Jager is handsome, kind, generous, and dependable, among a million other wonderful traits, and now, I’m going to become his wife.
THE END