“I’ve been looking forward to meeting the man that makes my friend's heart so happy. She deserves the world, and it seems like you are ready to give it to her,” she says.
“That she does, and I will pull the moon from the sky if that would make her happy.” He puts his arm around my shoulder and kisses the side of my head.
Chrissy nods her head and says, “Good.”
Chrissy walks around the front of the house looking at the property then comes back to Chris and I who are catching up.
“So, what are we eating? I’m starving,” Chrissy says.
“I have pizza on the way. But I do have one surprise.” He looks at me. “For you.”
“Oh, gosh,” I say.
“Follow me.” He leads us over to the attached garage. He gets the clicker out of his pocket and the door opens. I see a big silver tube with lights over it.
“What is that for?” I ask him and then I hear it, the tiny quacks of ducks. My heart feels like it’s going to explode with happiness. I look at Chris, my hands at my mouth.
“Go see them,” he says.
I walk over quietly and inside the tube are ten of the cutest yellow ducks I have ever seen. I reach in and pick one up, cupping it in my hand and holding it to my chest. It touches its beak on my nose and tears fall down my face. I look up at Chris.
“Best. Day. Ever.”
Epilogue
EightMonthsLater
Sarah
“Are we going to the Atlas tonight?” I ask Chris. Yesterday was Troy’s birthday, but we are celebrating with him today.
“Yup. Should be fun.”
“Are Grayson and Riley working?”
“I think so.”
“Well, how are we supposed to celebrate when they are working? That’s no fun.” I say, laughing when I walk into the kitchen, which is now all new.
We put in stainless steel appliances, with off white cabinets and blue and black accents. It gives me an east coast feel in my mountain town.
Chris is finishing the dishes from dinner.
“I’m ready when you are,” I tell him.
He rinses the last dish and puts it in the dishwasher.
“I’m going to change my shirt, and then we can leave.”
I kiss him on the cheek and give him a little love tap on his butt.
“Easy, Titmouse. We may not make it to the party if you do stuff like that.” He winks at me, so I wink back.
He goes to change, and I step onto the back porch. We took the fence down, and I have a spot to put oats and fruit for the deer. Chris saved most of the feeders, but we had to replace quite a few of the houses. In the center of the yard, we put a circle made of stones we found at the river, planted flowers that the hummingbirds will love, and placed a bench in the center. We had his grandpa’s name carved into the front of it, and I think that has been the only time I have seen Chris shed a tear.
“Ready?” Chris asks me, sticking his head out of the slider door.
“Yes,” I say and follow him to the truck.