My heart nearly stops.
He called it ‘our farm.’
I think. I think… he really means this.
“Actually, now that I’m thinking about it,” he adds, looking into the distance with a bit of an excited gleam in his eye, “we have enough land to squeeze in a goat-themed mini-golf course on the farm side.”
Oh, wow.
That’s hot, right? It’s not just me? Jake Sheppard just got like ten times hotter dreaming up a goat-themed mini-golf course. I’m actually a little turned on right now. No. That’s a lie. I’m a lot turned on.
“I even had Ryan draw up architectural plans for a new barn,” he adds, focusing on me again. “I’m not bragging or anything, but it’s big.”
I laugh.
And look, I don’t speak goat, but I’m pretty sure we’re about to live HAAAAAAppily ever after.
And maybe Christmas wasn’t my favorite holiday before.
But with the snow coming down around us and the bells on Sharon’s collar jingling, I have to admit, anything is possible.
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The End