Epilogue Two
Molly
I’m sitting opposite Peter in the same restaurant he saved me from the terrible date with Jeremy almost two years ago.
We’re just as dressed up as the last time we were here around a year ago.
Even though we didn’t get together officially until months later, that night still felt special to us as it was the first time we really saw each other.
I know I’ll never forget it.
“Casanova, I can’t believe we’re here again,” I tell him, relaxing back in my chair, absolutely stuffed from our lovely dinner.
Peter always makes sure to make me feel special in different ways.
A fancy dinner like tonight.
Bringing me my favourite coffee into bed.
Always having a new sketchbook ready whenever I’m nearing the end of the last one.
“It is a rather nice restaurant. One of my favourites after I had my first real date here,” he says, sending a wink my way.
Sometimes I’m still surprised by my being his first girlfriend as he’s such a natural at it. It may not have been an official first date in the traditional way, but it sure felt like it.
The same butterflies that are dancing around in my body now were just as present two years ago.
A waiter comes by and sets down a crème br?lée in front of me. Stuffed or not, I’ll always have room for this specific dessert.
Peter picks up the spoon, dips it in, and holds it out for me. I close my mouth around it, my eyes rolling back as the flavours invade my mouth. Peter takes his own spoonful, a massive one at that.
“Hey, don’t eat everything,” I say, but he merely looks at me, shrugging his shoulders, before scooping up another portion for me.
We go back and forth, which has become our little tradition ever since that first night.
Who would have thought it would lead us here?
When we’re all done, Peter pushes the bowl towards me, and as I look down, I breathe in fast as I take in the words written at the bottom.
Will you marry me?
I look up to Peter, who’s holding out a box with a beautiful oval-shaped ring.
It catches in the light of the restaurant, and Peter grabs a hold of my hand as he stands up before dropping down to one knee.
I didn’t even realise, but the restaurant has been rather quiet tonight, and I realise he must have rented out most of it, giving us privacy in this moment.
“Molly May. You’ve been special to me ever since I fed you crème br?lée for the first time in this restaurant. Will you marry me?”
I didn’t think this man could continue to surprise me, but this, this is a whole new level.
“Yes, Peter,” I say, dazed as Peter slips the ring onto my finger before standing up and bringing his hands to my face, pulling me against him before smashing his lips onto mine.
When I’m breathless, he pulls back, a beautiful smile on his lips as he looks down at me.
“I was already the happiest man as your boyfriend, but fiancé sounds even better,” he husks.
“I’m actually so shocked right now,” I say, bringing up my hand as I look at the ring.
It’s a perfect fit on my slender finger.
“Didn’t think I would propose?” Peter asks, his hand resting against my hip.
“I don’t know. I was hoping someday, but I didn’t want you to feel pressured. I’m just happy to have you,” I tell him, meaning it.
Even if he never proposed, I would be content with him.
He’s the one for me, no matter the label.
“Molly Centimo. Or maybe Peter MayWilder,” he says, and I chuckle.
God.
He does feel a lot like a MayWilder. He’s part of our family, surname or no surname.
“I’ve always been a little distanced from the MayWilder name, so Molly Centimo sounds good,” I say.
Peter seems to like the idea of that as he pulls me against him before kissing me hungrily.
“Sounds fucking perfect.”
THE END