Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
Levi
The city stretches out before me, a sea of twinkling lights and endless possibilities. I sit on the rooftop of my penthouse, the cool night air brushing against my skin. In front of me is a leather-bound notebook, its blank pages waiting for the words I’ve been carrying in my heart for weeks.
Writing my vows should be simple. Everything I want to say to Tania feels so clear when I think about it. But putting it into words—capturing what she means to me—feels impossible.
I tap the pen against the notebook, glancing at the skyline. The weight of tomorrow settles over me, but it’s not the kind of weight that feels burdensome. It’s the kind that anchors you, reminding you of what matters.
When I think about Tania, it’s not just the love I feel for her—it’s everything she’s taught me. She’s shown me what it means to fight for something real, to trust someone with the parts of myself I’ve always been too afraid to share.
She’s forgiven me when I didn’t deserve it. She’s believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.
And now, as I prepare to stand beside her tomorrow, I know without a doubt that she’s my home.
The sound of footsteps pulls me from my thoughts, and I glance over my shoulder to see Andrew stepping onto the rooftop. He’s holding a glass of scotch, his tie loosened and his grin as lopsided as ever.
“Should’ve known I’d find you up here,” he says, plopping down in the chair beside me. “Big day tomorrow. Feeling the pressure yet?”
“Not exactly,” I reply, smirking. “More like... the importance of it.”
He raises an eyebrow, glancing at the notebook. “Ah, the vows. Let me guess—you’re overthinking every word.”
“Something like that,” I admit, laughing softly.
Andrew leans back, taking a sip of his drink. “You know, for someone who talks for a living, you’re awfully bad at this.”
“Thanks for the support,” I say dryly.
He grins, but then his expression softens, his tone shifting. “Seriously, Levi. Just speak from the heart. Tania loves you—not because you’re perfect, but because you’re you. That’s all she needs to hear.”
I nod, his words settling over me like a quiet assurance. “Thanks, Andrew.”
“Anytime,” he says, standing and clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Now, get those vows written so you don’t embarrass yourself tomorrow. I’m not bailing you out if you freeze up.”
I laugh as he disappears back inside, leaving me alone with the notebook and the stars.
The words come easier now, each sentence flowing onto the page with a clarity I didn’t expect. I write about the moment I met Tania, the way she challenged me from the very beginning. I write about the mistakes I made, the lessons I learned, and the way she’s changed me for the better.
But most of all, I write about the future I see with her—the life we’re building together, the love that’s only grown stronger through every trial we’ve faced.
When I finally set the pen down, my chest feels lighter, a quiet peace settling over me.
I close the notebook, leaning back in my chair as I let the cool air wash over me. The city hums below, but up here, it’s quiet. Peaceful.
Tomorrow, I’ll stand in front of the people who matter most and promise Tania everything I have, everything I am.
And for the first time in my life, I feel ready.