Best be somewhat behaved.I said somewhat.
Emma tries pulling me to the dance floor, but my ass is going to stay parked in this seat. She knows I don’t dance; no amount of alcohol or sad puppy faces will have me out there. And no damn tequila. Thankfully the song comes to a close.
Wyatt steps to the mic and hands his guitar to one of the guys.
“Where is she? Emma?” He searches the crowd, “where is my little firecracker?” His face lights up when she practically bounces to the front of the stage. Wyatt helps her stand beside him, then she’s wrapping herself around his body, not the least bit shy of being in the spotlight.
His face turns ashen as he adjusts his glasses on his face then locks eyes with her, “hey baby,” he says way too nervous for the Wyatt I know. What is he planning on doing?
Barely five feet in height, Emma only makes it nipple high against her boyfriend as she stares up at him with pure admiration.
“Hey boo.” She squeaks, the crowd quieting to a murmur.
He isn’t- no way. That little bastard. He isn’t doing what I think he’s doing.
Wyatt clears his throat, “While we have been together for a few years, we have known one another since the seventh grade.”
No –way- My heart slams against my ribs.
*glee* No fuckin’ way-
“You stole my heart the moment I laid eyes on you. This precious being formed the band, helped me study the night before a test while I perfected my guitar triplets, and made this prom king overjoyed to find his prom queen.”
Emma brings a hand to her lips and giggles, not quite grasping her boyfriend’s meaning of this moment. Her hair matches her personality at times. She will catch on.
“You were my rock through college, and you nurture me when I’m sick.” He folds his six-foot frame down on one knee, pulls a black box out of his pocket and gazes up at her.
Holy shit-
A hush blankets the room, even the bar patrons have gone quiet.
How did I not know they were this serious? Just goes to show how lacking I’ve been with the family get-togethers.
Emma tries hiding her shock but it’s no use. A few women swoon over the proposal happening before them.
“Emma Marie Gorski, I love you with every breath I take and every ounce of energy I have in this lifetime and the next. Will you do me the honor of becoming my soulmate?” A sparkle from the box strikes the overhead stage lighting, making the ring shimmer.
“Say yes, lassie!” Grady yells across the establishment getting a few patrons to shout their agreement.
Her cheeks go red as she nods her head slightly almost as if she didn’t recall what he said, then tears begin streaming down her cheeks. She nods more vigorously, “yes! A thousand times, yes!”
His grin is ear-to-ear as he takes the ring from the box and places it on her trembling finger. Her arms wrap around his neck and their lips lock in one emotional heartfelt kiss.
The crowd lights up in a storm of excitement for the happy couple. Clapping, whistling, and cheering fill the small space as I stand there watching them with a joyous smile.
I am ecstatic for them; I just wish the asshole would’ve given me fore-warning that he was going to do it tonight. After all, he did tell me there’d be big news, this falls under that category for sure.
Still, the fucker should’ve told me.
My mind drifts to how I proposed to my ex-fiancée, if you call it a proposal. We were in the gym about finished with our workout when I made a little joke about marriage. She took my‘if you think you can handle me why don’t we get married?’to the next level and said yes then and there.
No ring, just us and a handful of people working out. I’m pretty sure there wasn’t even a kiss involved.
Looking back at it now, I could see she wasn’t the one I wanted.
Hell, she probably had her side piece way back then too.
Shake it off Zander, it’s time to show your sister that you’re happy for her. Which I am, truly.