"Absolutely," I reply, "We're a team."

She smiles, and I feel like the luckiest man on the planet. We sink into the couch's cushions, our planning session transitioning into a series of kisses and cuddles.

Each touch feels like a promise, every kiss a pact for the future. Yet, despite the comfort and love enveloping us, there's something more I need to do—something I can no longer wait to express.

Breaking away from our embrace, I kiss her cheek softly and then shift, getting down on one knee in front of her.

"Lauren, I knew from the moment I met you that you were extraordinary. And every day since has only confirmed that you're the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?"

For a moment, time seems to stand still. Then, a tear trickles down her cheek, her eyes shining brighter than any diamond.

"Yes, Dennis. A thousand times, yes."

Slipping the ring onto her finger, I rise back up and pull her into a hug so tight it feels like our hearts could meld into one.

Then our lips meet, sealing our fate with a kiss that speaks of endless tomorrows.

Epilogue – Dennis

6 years later

As I sit in my home office, going through case files and prepping for tomorrow's court session, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

The walls are lined with legal books and diplomas, but it's not just a space of work; it's a space of dreams realized.

My phone buzzes on the desk, and I glance at it to find a text message from Lauren.

"Dinner's almost ready. The kids and I can't wait to see you ??."

I smile, feeling a warmth that transcends the physical boundaries of this room. Closing the laptop, I take a moment to soak it all in.

We did it. I have my own successful law practice with several offices across different towns. Lauren is flourishing in her career as a history teacher, shaping young minds and inspiring them every day.

It's unbelievable how far we've come in such a short amount of time.

Walking downstairs, I'm greeted by the delicious aroma of dinner. I make my way into the kitchen and find Lauren stirring a pot on the stove.

"Hey," she says, beaming that smile that always melts my heart. "Are you ready for tomorrow?"

"Think so. I checked everything three times,” I answer, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss.

Our kids, Emily and Daniel, scamper into the room, giggling and waving their little hands.

"Daddy!"

I lift them into my arms, their laughter filling the room like the most beautiful melody.

"Hey, munchkins. Have you been good for Mommy?"

"Yes!" they chorus, their eyes sparkling with youthful innocence.

Setting them down, I share a knowing look with Lauren. This is our life now, full of joy and love; every challenge we've faced has only made us stronger.

We move to the dining table, a structure of wood and love, where we share our daily highs and lows. As we eat, I take a moment to look at each face around this table—my family, my everything.

Lauren catches my eye and smiles as if she's reading my thoughts.

"We're really blessed, aren't we?"