Epilogue
Arlo
Six months later
“It needs to be perfect though, sis.” I lamented to my sister as we drove to the jewelry shop in town to pick up the ring. She had helped me design it specifically for Amethyst, and I wanted to make sure it was perfect before I took it home.
“Nothing in life is. But it’ll be great. So let’s start with location. Where are you thinking?”
“Maybe where you had your wedding? The place we confessed our feelings.”
“Aw it was at my wedding spot? That’s adorable.” Annie sipped her latte. “Do you have a favorite date spot?”
“We drive to the lookout spot a lot. Sometimes have sex in my truck.”
Annie nearly dropped her latte. “Oh my God, you mean where I’m sitting right now?”
“Usually on my side so you’re good.”
Annie looked pale. “Ew. I hate you.”
“Nah, you love your little brother.”
“I’m not helping you anymore. You could’ve kept your little secret to yourself. Now I’m disgusted.”
“Wow, it’s with your best friend. Not some random bitch or a girl you hate or worse, your husband’s ex.”
“Seriously, Arlo, I’m about to jump out of this truck and leave you to your own devices if you don’t shut up.”
Ahh, brotherly love. “Okay, okay. Back to what you were saying.”
“Propose to her on a starry night and make it romantic. You could set up a picnic dinner in the back of your truck with a blanket and pillows. She’ll love it.”
“Genius. Why didn’t I think of it?”
“Men usually don’t. Now let’s make sure this ring is fantastic,” Annie said as parked my truck in front of the jewelers.
When the day came to propose to Amethyst, I couldn’t contain my nerves. There was a mix of emotions festering inside me, ones I couldn’t sort through, at least not right now, but most of all, I just wanted to make her my wife already.
After picking up the ring with Annie last weekend, I carried the box around with me, it burning a damn hole in my pocket.
But I couldn’t put it down, afraid I’d lose it somewhere, afraid to let it out of my sight.
I planned the evening, taking my sister’s idea of blankets and pillows in the bed of my truck.
I cooked all of Amethyst’s favorite foods and packed a picnic basket, along with picking up a bottle of her favorite wine.
On Saturday, I told her I was taking her out on a date that night and to dress warmly as the weather said it was chilly.
We made our way up to the lookout spot, and after backing in, I made her wait in the truck while I set up the back, tying a blindfold around her so she couldn’t peek.
I opened the passenger side door, removed her blindfold, and helped her out of the truck. I walked her around the back to the bed of the truck and showed her the picnic dinner I had set up.
“Oh my God, Arlo! How sweet!” She jumped into my arms and kissed me. I helped her into the back of the truck and got her comfortable against the pillows. Then I set out the feast.
We ate and drank wine, watching as more stars came out, and I played soft music from the truck radio while dancing with her under the moonlight.
Just as the song ended, I stopped us in place and got down on one knee, fishing the ring out of pocket. Amethyst gasped, her hand flying over her mouth.
“Am, I love you so much baby, I’ve been in love with as long as I can remember and I’m still in lover with you until this day. Please make me the happiest man on this damn mountain and marry me.”
Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she nodded her head as she jumped in place, her hands clasping together. “Oh, my God! Yes! Yes! A million times, yes!”
I stood and slipped the ring on her finger before taking her in my arms and kissing her harder and deeper than I ever had before. “I love you so much, Am, so fucking much.”
“I would tell you yes, a thousand times if I could. I love you Arlo, always and forever.”
THE END
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