Page 148 of Charmed, I'm Sure
Taylor had rendered me speechless more times than I could count. Turned my insides to goo with just a flick of his gaze.
But this?
Mother above…
There were no words for the love, the awe, the sheer overwhelming emotion coursing through my body. I wanted to jump up and down with excitement while simultaneously melting into a puddle of tears at the outpouring of love he constantly andconsistentlyshowed me in both words and actions.
His eyes held a silent plea, and I forced a breath through my trembling lips, dropping my hands as I willed my brain to form words.
“How… how did you do all this?”
Not exactly what I’d been aiming for, but okay then.
“How do you think?” He chuckled, though the nervous edge remained. “Magic.”
“Ah… okay. Umm… You gotta help me out here, cowboy.” My voice quivered, matching the shaking of my hands. My damn knees felt moments away from giving out.
“Right.” Taylor exhaled, stepping closer, grasping my hands between his. “Magnolia—”
A hiccupping sob slipped free, cutting him off. I tipped my head back, staring at the ceiling to get some sort of grip on my emotions.But when I met his gaze again, the love shining so brightly in his eyes nearly undid me.
“You are by far the most incredible woman I have ever had the privilege of knowing. You’re strong, fierce, kind, and beautiful, inside and out. Not a second goes by that you’re not on my mind. Not a single thing that doesn’t remind me of you in some way. You’re in the air I breathe. You’re in every thought. You fill every dream.”
“Taylor,” I sighed, another sob wracking my chest.
Switching to hold both my hands in one of his, he used the other to swipe away the tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Let me get this out, baby. Please.”
I nodded, watching as his own tears slipped free. His lower lip trembled as he took a steadying breath.
“Being with you is like seeing the world in color for the first time after a lifetime of black and white. You’ve flipped my world upside down. And it would be the greatest joy of my life to spend the rest of it with you.”
Oh, shit. It’s happening.
I gasped as Taylor slowly sank to one knee. It was as if my brain hadn’t fully registered whatexactlywas happening. Like it was in denial—even with all the flowers, candles, lights, and gloriously beautiful profession of love—until I saw him kneeling before me.
Breathing felt impossible.
It all but stopped when he pulled a ring box from his suit jacket pocket.
In. Out. Repeat.
My heart slammed against my ribs as he flipped the lid open. But I didn’t bother looking. It could have been a damn Ring Pop and I would have said yes.
“You’re shaking,” I whispered.
“So are you,” he murmured, voice cracking.
“Magnolia—”
“Yes. A thousand times yes!” I shouted, tears blurring my vision before free-falling down.
He blinked. “You didn’t even let me ask,” he said with a chuckle.
“Shit. Sorry.”
“Magnolia Lynn Bellevue, will you—”
