The words were on the tip of her own tongue when he said, “Marry me.”
Wait. What?
She blinked in shock. Did he just…
“What?” she breathed.
“I love you. I don’t know when it happened. I think part of me has loved you since the first time I saw you. But I fell even more in love with you over these past weeks. This isn’t about today or thinking about losing you, this is about having you. This is about wanting your face to be the last thing I see every day and your smile to be what I wake up to every morning. This is about wanting to cook you dinners that make you sit back and stretch like you just ran a 5K. This is about being the one that gets to hear you sing, off-key in the shower and knowing what kind of mood you’re in depending on which eighties song you’re singing. This is about wanting to be the one that gets to make you coffee every morning and the one that gets to hear the first sentence you speak after you’ve had your first cup. This is about being the man that gets to love you, protect you, hold you, and be at your side. This is about being the one legally obligated to make sure that you never have to face anything alone again. This is about you. I love you so much, please say yes. Please be my wife.”
Tears that had pooled in her eyes were now falling down her cheeks as what started as a grin turned into a smile that spread from ear to ear. “I was happy when I just thought you were going to tell me you loved me.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he repeated over and over as he peppered kisses over her face. “Marry me. Let me spend the rest of our lives telling and showing you how much I love you.”
“Yes.” Maxi nodded. “Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you so much. I want to spend the rest of our lives telling and showing you how much.”
Billy covered her mouth with his, sealing their promise in a kiss that turned into them spending the rest of the weekend showing each other just how much they loved each other.