“Felicity,” I start, keeping my hands on her. “From the moment I spilled coffee down your shirt, to us standing here right now, I knew we were meant to be. There is no one else I can imagine spending the rest of my life with—you forgave me for mixing up Star Wars and Star Trek, after all—and you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”
She has tears in her eyes and one hand over her mouth. I reach around and pull the box from my back pocket, dropping down to one knee.
“Will you marry me?”
Her head moves up and down, unable to speak. “Yes,” she says softly as tears roll down her cheeks. I take her left hand and slip the ring on her finger. It’s a perfect fit, thanks to Erin finding out her ring size. Speaking of, she should be arriving at the house soon. Everyone closest to Felicity was in on this in some way, and they are all coming to celebrate.
I stand and pull her to me, kissing her for a few minutes until she pulls away to look at her ring.
“It’s beautiful!” she whispers, turning her hand so the firelight catches off the diamonds.
“I’m glad you think so. I came up with the design.”
She looks at it a minute longer than kisses me again. “So it’s beautiful and one of a kind.”
“It is. Just like you.”