Page 17 of The Grumpy Firefighter
Epilogue – Natalie
Two Years Later
The afternoon light spills through the bay windows of Moonlight & Manuscripts, turning dust motes into tiny golden stars that dance between shelves.
I adjust a display of leather-bound classics, smoothing my hand over the embossed cover ofPride and Prejudice—another grumpy man who found his match in a woman who refused to dim her light. Some stories never grow old.
I step back to admire my handiwork, the autumn window display featuring vintage lanterns nestled among books with burnished copper and gold spines. A small fire engine sits among them, a nod to the man who changed my life on a smoke-filled Halloween night two years ago.
"Looks perfect," Nora says, emerging from the back room with a steaming mug. "Though I still say we should add more pumpkins."
"We have twelve pumpkins," I laugh, accepting the tea she offers. "Any more and we'll be running a patch instead of a bookstore."
"Speaking of patches," she says, glancing at her watch, "aren't you supposed to be meeting Paul at the station's pumpkin carving fundraiser in an hour?"
I nod, inhaling the spiced apple scent rising from my mug. "He texted that he might stop by beforehand. Something about needing my opinion on... actually, he was mysteriously vague."
Nora’s eyes twinkle with something I can't quite place. "Well, I'll just finish up in the back then. Give you two some space when he arrives."
"You don't need to—" I begin, but she's already disappeared through the curtained doorway with suspicious haste.
Left alone, I wander to the window seat, my favorite spot in the entire store. The cushions still bear the slight indentation where Paul sat last night, reading through incident reports while I cataloged new arrivals. We've fallen into these comfortable rhythms so naturally that sometimes I forget there was a time when he wasn't part of my everyday life.
The bell above the door chimes softly, and I don't need to turn to know it's him. There's something about the way the air changes when Paul enters a room, a subtle shift in pressure, like the moment before a storm breaks.
"Hey, sunshine," he says, his deep voice warming me from the inside out.
I turn to find him standing in a shaft of golden light, still in his uniform but without the heavy jacket. At forty-three, the silver at his temples has spread slightly, a distinction that only enhances his authoritative presence. His eyes, though, have softened over these years—still vigilant, still observant, but now more likely to crinkle with amusement than narrow with suspicion.
"Hey yourself, Chief," I respond, setting down my tea. "You're early."
He crosses the room with that purposeful stride that never fails to quicken my pulse. "Had something that couldn't wait."
"A safety inspection?" I tease. "Because I swear the fire extinguishers were just checked last month."
The corner of his mouth twitches upward. "Not quite."
He reaches me in three steps, then does something that steals my breath.
He lowers himself to one knee before me, gray eyes holding mine with an intensity that makes my heart stutter.
"Paul?" My voice emerges as a whisper.
"I had a whole speech planned," he says, his voice steady despite the vulnerability I can see in his face. "About protocols and procedures and logical next steps."
"Very romantic," I manage, though emotion is already gathering in my throat.
"That's just it," he continues, reaching into his pocket. "For once, I don't want to approach this like a safety checklist. Some things deserve more than practicality."
He produces a small velvet box, deep navy blue like his uniform. When he opens it, a ring catches the afternoon light, a simple emerald surrounded by tiny diamonds that sparkle like stars.
"Green," I whisper, recognizing the significance immediately. "Like my cardigan. The one I wore the first day."
He nods, a smile softening his features. "You walked into my station with cookies and ambitious plans, and turned my whole ordered world upside down. Best disruption of my life."
Tears blur my vision as he takes my hand in his, those strong, capable hands that have pulled people from fires, carried me through smoke, and held me through countless nights since.
"Natalie Wells, you've taught me that some risks are worth taking, that joy doesn't compromise safety, and that sometimesthe most unexpected path leads exactly where you're supposed to be." His voice remains steady, but I can feel the slight tremor in his fingers. "Will you marry me?"
