Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
She smiles up at me, her eyes shining with happiness. “You don't look so bad yourself," she says right before I bend and kiss her lips. We don't have much alone time before we are pulled over to the side where there is a table filled with poppers.
"Okay, so we thought it would be better if we all pop one,” Clarabella says. “The pictures will be amazing."
I stand by the table as Clarabella tells everybody how it's going to go down. “Are you nervous?" I bend down and whisper in her ear, and all she can do is smile, but I see tears in her eyes.
"I don't care what we are having as long as the baby is healthy." She blinks away the tears and fans her face.
"Now"—Clarabella hands us each a popper—“on the count of three." She looks around the room. “And this is being filmed, so if you go before, I'm going to know who it is." She moves her finger back and forth around the room.
"She's scaring our guests," I mumble and Presley just rolls her lips.
"Okay, people," Clarabella starts saying. “One."
"I love you,” Presley says beside me.
"Two!” Clarabella shouts.
"I love you more," I declare, and when I hear three, I turn the bottom of the popper, and so does everyone else. The pink confetti fills the room, and all I can do is open my mouth in shock and happiness and look over at Presley, who has the same look on her face. She looks at the pink confetti falling on her, and it's at that moment that I take the next step.
I get down on one knee beside her, and the gasps fill the room, and she looks over at me. She puts her hands over her mouth, and she sobs out. “No," she says even before I ask anything, and everyone in the room goes quiet after she says that. “I was the one who had to propose." She shakes her head. “We had a plan." She points at her sisters, who nod, agreeing with her.
"Well, too bad," I say, looking over at Travis. “We had a plan also." Travis comes to stand beside me and hands me the box that I gave him before walking out.
"I can't believe you two," Shelby hisses.
"Why wouldn't you tell me?" Clarabella glares at Travis.
"Like you two told me?" Travis argues back.
"It was a surprise," Shelby snaps.
"Same," Travis retorts, and then Mrs. Baker snaps.
"I swear to God if this is on video and is being recorded, I'm going to hurt someone." She turns and looks at her kids, who all hold up their hands. Then she turns to me with a sweet smile. “Go on, dear."
"Presley," I begin, looking at her and seeing the tears run down her face. “Twelve years ago."
"Don't you dare," she says between clenched teeth, and she looks over at her mother, who glares at her. "I was eighteen, everyone. Relax."
"Like I was saying, twelve years ago, we went on our first date." I kind of lie just a bit to that. “I knew that it was special. I just didn't know how special it was." I grab her hand and bring it to my lips. “There is no one that I can picture beside me for the rest of my life but you. There is no one I want beside me for the rest of my life but you. You make me smile and frown, sometimes at the same time." The room laughs. “You drive me bonkers, but then you make it all better with just one smile." I smile through my own tears. “You've given me the ultimate gift by carrying our daughter." I choke when I say the words. "I would be honored and privileged to call you my wife. Will you marry me?"
"This isn't fair," she whines. “I had this whole speech, and now it's gone."
"Good," Mrs. Baker says. “Now answer his question."
"I want to counter your proposal," she says, laughing,
Travis groans, "Of course she does." He throws his hands in the air.
"I'll accept the proposal under one condition," she says, and I know that whatever she says, I'm going to give her because it's her. It's always been her. “We get married now."
Epilogue One
Presley
"I'll accept the proposal under one condition." I look down at him, and I can't help but feel like I've got the whole world now. Like I'm literally floating on cloud nine, but I'm missing one thing to make it even more complete. Calling him my husband. “We get married now."
"You can't get married now." My mother puts her hand on her forehead. “You don't even have a dress."
"I can wear this one.” I look down at the dress I'm wearing now. "I mean, it was a wedding dress. We just altered it."
"But it's pink,” my mother says between clenched teeth.