49. Emily
Emily
Five Months Later
M y phone dings with a text from Brandon. I open it and squeal when I see a picture of him and Angie with matching wedding bands. I exit my car and walk towards Adam’s restaurant.
“You can’t just spring a picture like that on someone,” I say when he picks up the phone.
“Yeah, well if you’d answer my phone calls you’d know that we got married last month.”
I stop outside of Monty’s. “Shut up!”
Brandon’s chuckle comes through the phone. “I know. We’ll tell you all about it when we’re up there next week.”
“Oh, thank you for letting me know this time,” I deadpan.
“Angie made me.”
“I’m sure she did. Well I’m about to walk into Adam’s restaurant but I’ll see you next week.”
“Okay. Bye, Em,” he says.
I put my phone in my back pocket with a smile and open the door with a screech. The lights are off, but in their place are flameless candles, rose petals, and Lana Del Rey crooning softly over the speakers.
“Adam,” I breathe out.
“I planned to do this at home, but this is where we began,” he says from behind me.
I turn around and see him down on one knee. Dressed in jeans and a flannel like that day at the parent-teacher conference, but this time he’s holding a ring box.
“A year ago you wiped the line away. A year ago, you decided to give this single dad a chance. I feel like I’ve given you plenty of speeches in our time together. But this one ends with a crucial question. Will you marry me?” He asks and opens up the ring box.
“Yes,” I tell him as if I would say anything else.
Adam slides the ring on my finger and I don’t even know how it looks on my finger because all I see is him.
“She said yes!” Adam cheers and our friends and family pour out from the kitchen and the patio.
Now I can’t stop the tears from falling. “You did this for us?”
“No, baby,” Adam tells me and wraps me in his arms. “I did this for you. Because you deserve to be celebrated every single day.”
I rise up on my tiptoes and murmur, “I love you,” against his lips before sealing our new future together.