Page 66 of Just Joshing
Fuck, I loved that.
The limo pulled away from the curb, the privacy screen lifting into place.
"I love you, Molly Archer."
"And I love you, Joshua Greenfeld."
"I'm really glad you're not in love with my brother."
"No, just you, Josh. Always."
I kissed her, distantly filing this perfect moment away.
Really, this is exactly how you'd end the movie.
Epilogue Molly
I paused in the entry to our brownstone, the door half-open. Roses covered our entry and hall floor. Not just any roses though, these were paper roses. I dropped my bag on the entry table, closing the front door to the townhouse. Josh had asked me to move in three months ago and I'd happily agreed.
I picked one up, examining the perfectly folded petals, squinting to read the words on the paper. It was made from his rom-com script.
The familiar ball of gooey warmth bubbled happily in my middle.
I followed the paper flowers, laughing at the pictures he'd hung on our walls, a little frisson of nerves and excitement finding a foothold in my chest.
On our walls were pictures of our life. Images from when we were young, our families pushing us together for an obligatory picture in front of a fountain. There was a still of the Dragon Slayer's kiss. Another of a birthday, an anniversary, me standing proudly between him and Sam as they held their Oscar at a family dinner.
Next came the more recent photos. Silly selfies and the pictures from Bess and Pete's the never-ending engagement shoot. Images of us dancing at their wedding. The vacation we'd taken over the July long weekend. A set of photobooth strips from Syd and Elena's engagement party.
The paper flowers had led me to the library, stopping in the entry.
Josh sat on one of the chairs, reading. My heart sighed.
There he is. Our one.
"Hey," I called softly, holding up one of the roses. My voice sounded thick.
"Hey, Pecas." He slid the book onto the table, gesturing for me to come sit on his lap. I strode across, glancing around. There was nothing out of the ordinary here. No paper roses, no pictures. Just Josh and the books.
He pulled me onto his lap, arranging me just so. I snuggled into his chest, laying my head on his shoulder.
"I love you," he whispered, looking down at me.
"I know." I pressed a kiss to his jaw. "You told me three times today."
His lips quirked. "Only three? I must rectify this." He shifted, pulling the book back, handing it to me.
I glanced down, frowning.
"Open it."
I lifted the title-less cover and gasped. Inside, he'd removed the pages, carving out a hole for a ring.
"Don't worry, I had the script printed and the book bound just for this. No real books were harmed in the making of this proposal." He lifted my head, searching my face. "Will you marry me, Molly?"
"Yes."
He pulled the ring free, sliding it onto my finger.
