Page 77 of No One Like You

“...and, um. There’s something that I haven’t told her, though. Something that I just realized myself.”

Tasha suddenly felt very alert. “What’s that?”

“I think… um, I think that I want to marry her.”

“Holy shit! Megan, are you sure?”

Megan blushed and said, “Yes. Not immediately. I think that I need a couple of months after my divorce, but yes, I want to marry you, Tasha.”

Tasha practically leapt over the table to shower Megan with kisses. Their waitress arrived with their food right about then. “Wow, I can come back if you need a minute.”

Tasha quickly composed herself and said, “No, that’s okay. Sorry about that. My girlfriend just told me that she wants to marry me.”

“Congratulations! I’m guessing that was a yes, then.”

“Uh, yeah. Definitely yes.”

“That’s awesome! Watch out for the mac and cheese, the bowl is hot. You two enjoy your dinner now!” With that, the waitress gave them a wink and was off.

Getting married was never a priority for me and now it’s suddenly all I want. Same with raising a child.

They dug into their meals, each contemplating recent events. Tasha broke the silence first. “Since you said it, I feel that I need to say it as well, even though we both know it. I want to marry you, Megan. Does this mean that we’re engaged now?”

“I’m not sure. I think so. I honestly wasn’t expecting this, but then we were talking about being domestic partners, and I realized that wasn’t enough for me. If I’m going to be with you, then I’m going to be all in. That’s what you deserve.”

Tasha smiled. “That’s what we both deserve. I do recall something about rings, though.”

“Yes, I did promise to put a ring on your finger.”

“Mmm, no diamonds, though. I want a ruby, set in silver. And you need a ring, too.”

“Oh, I like the silver idea. An emerald, set in silver for me.”

“That’s perfect. Would you like to pick them out together?”

“I would love to pick out rings together. What do you think of matching settings?”

Tasha briefly considered that before saying, “I think that would be adorable.”

“There is just one problem, though. I’m still married right now.”

“Well, if Brad won’t sign the divorce papers, then I have two good reasons to rip his arms off and beat him to death with them.”

“What’s the other—oh!” Megan’s face turned scarlet.

“I mean… only when you are ready and feel comfortable. I will wait for you for as long as it takes, because you are worth it.”

“Um… maybe we could each rip off one of Brad’s arms and beat him to death with them.”

“Oh, Goddess. You are so hot when you talk like that.”

Megan laughed. The waitress cycled back, asking how their meals were and if they needed more to drink. Once they were done, she cleared the table. The waitress came back with a brownie sundae complete with two lit candles. “Congratulations again on your engagement. If you have any allergies, then I can get something else.”

“This is perfect, and very thoughtful. Thank you so much!”

“You’re very welcome! Enjoy, you two!”

“We’re going to need to put in some extra yoga time tomorrow for this.”

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