Epilogue
Briggs
Six months later
“I think you have enough balloons.” I said as I walked into my girlfriend’s living room, balloons covering every inch of the ceiling, a sea of string hanging down. I couldn’t help but laugh because I wasn’t surprised. Going over the top was her specialty. And personally, I thought it was awesome.
“Nope!” Shyla called as she moved through the room, parting the sea of string with her hands. “There’s more in the kitchen.”
“Will there be any room for the guests?”
“Thankfully, it’s not happening here.”
“Who is moving the balloons?”
“Don’t worry, my love. I’ve got people.” Shyla stood before me, her hands landing on my chest as she ran them over my pecs, up over my shoulders and biceps. “Hi.” She said before kissing me.
Still, to this day, her kisses made me lose my breath and this time wasn’t any different.
After our seafood dinner, we became inseparable.
I spent nights at her place, and she spent nights at mine.
A couple of weeks later, we said I love you and I asked her to be my girlfriend.
Now, six months later, we were still going strong.
Yet I didn’t want to keep going back and forth between our two cabins.
I wanted her to move into mine.
It was larger, with an extra bathroom and a second bedroom. She could save her money and not pay rent anymore, and she’d be in my bed every night. For good.
Because as soon as she said yes to moving in, or at least I hoped she’d said yes, I was asking her to be my wife.
I didn’t want to waste any more time. We needed to start our lives together. Hell, we could elope for all I cared, though I had a feeling my event planner might want to plan her own wedding.
“Hi, beautiful. Are you ready to go?” I asked her, pushing balloons out of the way.
“Yes. Let me just grab my purse.” Shyla said, grabbing it from the couch before we headed out the door. I got us reservations at her favorite restaurant in the city and she had no idea, thinking we were going somewhere local. But as the drive went longer, she grew suspicious.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” I winked and kissed the back of her hand.
When we arrived, Shyla squealed with delight. “Oh my God, you remembered?!”
“Of course.” I grinned at her before escorting her inside.
After a yummy dinner, we shared a piece of chocolate cake, and I asked her to move in.
“It’s up to you, of course, but I figured you could stop paying rent. Maybe one day, we could buy it and rent it out ourselves or use it as a guest cabin? All I know is I want you in my bed every night. I love you, Shyla. So fucking much.”
“I love you too. Of course I’ll move in.” Shyla gushed, her sunshine beaming as bright as ever. The sunshine that saved me from my grumpiness. The sunshine I’d forever be grateful for.
We kissed and fed each other chocolate cake before driving home and falling into bed together, my girl in my bed, right where she belonged.
Less than a week later, I asked her to marry me.
Four months later, we eloped to Hawaii and wed under the setting sun on the beach.
A year later, Shyla was pregnant.
Our family had begun.
I was no longer shattered. I was complete.
All from her. My Shyla.
THE END
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