He drew me in to sit on the bench. There were balloons all over the gazebo with the names Rory and Ivy on them. Streamers flowed and little sparklers were set to be lit.
It was perfect and sweet.
I turned to find him on his knee again.
My vision swam. “I think you already asked this question.”
“I did. And I’m sorry I’ve had a bit of fun with you today. You should have seen your face when you saw that piece of glass.”
“Glass?” I looked down at my ring.
“I’m a wealthy man, Ivy, but I’m not sure even Gates could afford that rock.”
“He probably could.”
He laughed and opened his hand to reveal a small blue box. “I love you madly, and I would never give you a ring that didn’t suit you.”
My eyes overflowed as I took in the much smaller vintage-style setting with its trio of diamonds. The bottom one was longer and pointed, and the other two were smaller and round—
“Oh my God. It’s an ice cream cone.” I covered my mouth. “You gave me ice cream.”
He grinned. “Only fitting since you gave me the world. There’s something else you gave me too. Someone.” He tapped the ring. “Three stones there. One longer than the others—”
“That’s what he said.”
His grin turned into laughter. “That one was for our baby, you perv. The cornerstone of our life now.”
I couldn’t stop the happy tears. “Oh, Rory.”
“Will you be my wife, Ivy Rose?”
“Yes. If you’ll be my husband, Rory Michael.” I’d only just learned his middle name, and this seemed like a fine time to use it.
He slid the gorgeous ring on my finger, and I leaned forward to kiss him, long and sweet.
Our happily ever after started now.