“Yeah, you have. But I like to hear it, so go on,” I said. “The truth is, if you asked me on my thirty-sixth birthday where I’d be in a year and a half, I would not have said sitting on the roof of our house with you watching fireworks and drinking champagne while someone watches our healthy baby girl.”
“What would you have said?”
“Something bitter about having cats and no life, probably. And you?”
“I would have tried to put some enthusiasm into talking about fixing electric cars.”
“You’ve done pretty well with that, you have to admit.”
“It’s nothing compared to this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He kissed me softly, nudging my lips apart, tasting my mouth, giving me a long, toe-curling kiss that lit my body up. I gave a sigh as my muscles loosened and my heart melted from his loving touch.
I heard the boom of the first fireworks and got to my feet to watch them.
“Red one!” I said, “Green!” I was calling out the colors of the fireworks as he stood behind me, his arms wrapped around me, kissing my neck. It was so romantic, like we were a million miles from anywhere, just watching bright stars explode above us while the cool breeze slid along my skin.
When a few spidery chrysanthemum fireworks went off at once, I oohed and aahed. Those were my favorites, pale gold and sparkling. Then he let go of me. When I turned to see why Drew had taken away his arms, I saw him drop to his knee. He took something from his pocket and held it up. It caught the golden light and glittered with a light of its own. A diamond ring.
“Michelle Aubrey Spelling, will you marry me?” he asked. My hands flew to my mouth and I squealed, elated. I hadn’t thought I could be any happier than I was standing in his arms watching the fireworks, thinking how perfect our life was. Then he proposed to me.
“Yes!” I said. “Yes!”
Drew slipped the ring on my finger, surged to his feet and kissed me soundly, “I’ve wanted to ask you that since you were sixteen years old, Chel. It feels good to hear you say yes.”
“Then I’ll say it again and again. Yes, Drew. It’s always a yes,” I said, giggling as he picked me up and kissed me under the light of the fireworks above. Nothing could have been more perfect.