Page 99 of Say You Want Me
“I’m sure.”
I love this city. It will always be a part of me, but I miss Tennessee. I miss my family there, my best friend, and the life Wyatt and I were building. Wyatt basically moved into my apartment, and we’ve spent the last month finding our way again.
He’s been fantastic. It’s been fantastic. After the second week, though, I knew I wanted to go home.
We talked a lot, and I came to Erin with a proposal. She now is the face of For Cup’s Cake in Philadelphia. I’m still an owner, but a silent one. This way, Erin will be able to move forward with whatever she wants, and I have enough money to stay afloat while I figure my shit out.
I plan to open a store in Tennessee after I talk to Mrs. Kannan. She dropped a lot of hints about wanting to retire, and Wyatt and I both agree that she is plotting for me to take her place.
“I’m sad to see you go, but I don’t think I would stay either.” She gives me a hug.
“He’s worth the risk, you know?” I say, looking at Wyatt standing in the bakery.
“I’m sure he is.”
I say my goodbyes to everyone in the store. My apartment is all packed, as is Wyatt’s. He apparently was on a month to month lease, which he failed to tell me until two weeks ago. The good thing was that since I live in a much desired area, my apartment sold very quickly. We had a contract on it the day it was listed, and the buyer pushed for a quick closing, which worked for me.
“We should do something fun before we head back,” I suggest as we walk arm and arm. I bundle up close to him as the weather has definitely taken a turn. I can already smell the snow in the air.
“Like?”
“I don’t know. We could take a drive to New York. I know you’ve never been, and I don’t know when we’ll be around here again.”
“We could,” he agrees. “Or we could go to Vegas.”
“What?”
“Vegas. I’ve never been there either.”
I have no idea how we went from New York to Vegas. It makes no damn sense. “The two aren’t really alike, Wyatt.”
He laughs. “I know, but it’s easier to get married in Vegas.”
I stop moving. Wyatt keeps going a few steps and then turns back. “Married?” I ask in disbelief.
We just got back together after a bunch of crazy shit. We’ve been through a whirlwind.
“Before you start making a thousand excuses. Answer this . . . do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to be with anyone else?”
“No.”
“Will you marry me?” My breath hitches as he removes a ring from his pocket. “I promised Mama when I found the girl I couldn’t imagine not waking up to each day that I’d marry her. I planned this big thing for how to ask you, but then we lost our baby. I’ve known that I wanted you to be my wife since the first time I woke with you wrapped around me. I thought we were crazy, and maybe we are, but I don’t want to ever sleep without you by my side. Marry me Angie. Marry me and we’ll start our life together. I’ll be by your side through it all.”
A tear falls down my face. “Through thick and thin.”
He smiles. “Through thick and thin.”
I grab his face and kiss him. I love him. It’s insane and crazy, but fuck it. We only live once. If nothing else, we’ve learned that.
“Vegas?”
“Tonight,” he demands.
“You got married?” Presley screams as I show her the ring on my finger. Wyatt explained that after the festival he went and had it made for me. He really had been just waiting for the right time to propose. It’s a beautiful teardrop-shaped diamond flanked by three diamonds on each side. It now sits in front of a platinum band from our wedding. “I can’t believe you! I can’t believe you got married without telling me! I’msohappy for you but so freaking mad!”
