I press my finger over her lips.
“This is totally a proposal now,” I tease.
“Open it,” she demands.
I take the small box and open it, finding a stunning, thick platinum band inside, with four green gems in a line.”
“One for you. One for me. One for our baby. And I couldn’t leave out Bertie.”
My heart swells in my chest.
“Look inside,” she whispers.
I hold my breath as I take it out, and, fuck me, my eyes start to burn as I hold back the tears.
In little italic letters it reads:
I choose you, always.
“Hallie,” I say breathlessly.
She leans forward and presses a kiss on my cheek.
“I want you to have something on you all the time so you remember that no matter what, every day, for the rest of my life, I choose you. For exactly who you are. No matter your past. Even on the bad days. It’s always going to be you for me, beastie.”
I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear her say those words out loud.
That she chooses me.
She wants me for exactly who I am.
And accepts who I was.
I don’t believe people can completely change. I’ll always have some of the ugly parts of my past that reappear.
But I can learn. I can make myself a better person for her.
And every day I’ll try and be the man she deserves.
“I-I’m speechless. Fuck. Hallie.”
I wrap my arm around her and pull her close, closing my eyes as I rest my head on top of hers.
“Conan. Speechless? That’s a damn first,” she giggles.
“Shh. I’m about to say something cute. Let me do that, then you can mock me.”
I feel her body shake as she tries to stop her laughter.
“I promise, I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive. I want to be worthy of being the man you choose—and keep choosing. You have no idea how much that means to me, darlin’. I love you.”
She pulls away and cups my cheek, plucking the ring out of my hand.
“You want me to get down on one knee, or?” She grins.
I shake my head.
“How about put it on my index finger for now? And then it can be my wedding ring when we actually do get married?” I suggest.