Page 91 of Say I'm Yours
He opens the box and there sits a beautiful pear-shaped diamond solitaire flanked by four diamonds on each side. It’s beautiful. “You’re sure?” I ask because I want him to be. “If you’re not, we can lie back down and forget this ever happened.”
He lifts the ring out of the box and glides it onto my finger. “Do you remember what you were eating the first time I kissed you?” he asks as my eyes fill with tears.
“No.” I shake my head.
“A pear.”
“How could you possibly remember that?” I ask as I stare at my hand with a pear-shaped diamond sitting on it.
“Because every now and then, when I kiss you, I can taste it all over again.” He lifts my chin and holds me captive. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re my heart and soul. I never want to spend a day without you. I’m gonna ask you again . . . marry me?”
I don’t have to think about anything. I’ve loved him forever. I’ll only ever love him until the day I die. We’ve had ups and downs and wins and losses, but we’ve had them together. He’s not perfect, but he’s perfect for me.
I throw my arms around him with tears falling freely. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I want nothing more than to be your wife!”
He laughs, and we fall back. I kiss him, hoping he can taste the pear again.
“All right.” He holds my face back to stop me from kissing him. “I need to ask you one more thing.”
“Ask me anything.” I can’t stop the smile.
“Marry me today, Grace. I know it’s not the wedding you probably imagined, but I want my father to be there.”
I sit back and put my hand on his chest. “Honey, are you sure? I’m not saying no, I just don’t want you to wake up a week from now and wish we’d waited.”
“I think we’ve waited long enough. My father would want to see this. He loves you, and I will never regret marrying you. Not now, not ever.”
It’s all happening so fast, but then again, it’s really not. I know he wants his father there, and I don’t want to deny him that. We love each other, we’ve been doing good, so why not?
“Okay,” I say. “Okay, if you want to get married today, let’s do it.”
Trent grabs me in his arms and rolls me over. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
We both laugh and he rolls off me. “Go call your family. I’ll call mine.”
I glance back at my hand and bite my lip. I’m engaged. I’m actually engaged to my boyfriend of . . . forever . . . and we live together. We’re going to be married—today.
Holy shit.
I grab my phone and call my mother. “Can you meet us at the hospital in about an hour?”
“Is Rhett okay? I just talked to Macie.” Mama sounds worried.
“Mama, Trent proposed, and he wants to get married today.”
“Today?”
“Yeah, so Rhett can be there and see it.”
“Oh, honey! He’s a good man,” she says and then yells for my father. “Jim! Trent finally proposed to Grace!” I hear him yell something back, but I can’t understand it. “No! She’s gettin’ married today at the hospital.”
“Mama,” I try to stop her.
“No! The hospital! So that Rhett can see it.” She keeps going as if I’m not on the phone.
“Mama!”
