Page 95 of Something Good
His answer was immediate. “No. It feels like I was always meant to be yours. Like it was inevitable that one way or another, I’d always come back here. Back to you.”
“I feel that way too.” I shrugged. “So let’s do it. Let’s get married.”
His face lit up, and he wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the ground in a bear hug. “Easy there, golden boy. Please don’t send me plummeting off this boulder. I can’t weld with broken bones.”
He laughed but set me down gently, pulling a small box from his pocket. “I know I’m supposed to kneel, but you’re rightabout not wanting to plummet off this boulder, so I’m doing this standing.”
He opened the box, revealing the ring inside. It was a simple brushed silver band with a strip of what looked like wood running through the center. It was the exact kind of ring I would have picked out for myself if I’d ever given that sort of thing any thought.
He took my hand in his and looked me in the eye solemnly. “Sammy, I have loved you for as long as I can remember. You always say I’m your something good, but, baby, that goes both ways. Marry me, and we can spend the rest of our lives being good for each other.”
“Yes, golden boy. Absolutely, yes.”
As soon as he slid the ring on my finger, I reached up and brushed the tear that had slid down his cheek, wiping it away before it reached his beard. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
The sun moved below the trees as we inched into dusk. “You wanna get going and head to the bonfire?”
“I think I wanna sit here with you for a little while longer if that’s alright?”
“We can sit here as long as you want.”
Carefully, he sat down with his legs spread wide, and I lowered myself in front of him with my back pressed against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me while I leaned back into him, savoring the feeling of something good.
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