I dropped to one knee, my hands shaking as I opened the box. “Willow…I had so much to tell you. I had a whole speech… God, I can’t think.”
She stroked my cheek, shaking her head. “I hear it, Isaac. I hear it in every look, every touch. I hear you. The words of your heart.”
“I need to say it,” I swallowed hard. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, sinking to her knees. “Of course I will. Yes.”
I slipped the ring on her finger. Still kneeling in the tent, we kissed through tears until Martin called places.
“Oh God,” she said. “I can’t remember any of my lines now either.”
“We’ll just wing it,” I said.
“Wing Shakespeare?”
Willow stood up and I kissed her stomach, where my child was growing. Our child. A boy or girl who would know more love and happiness from their parents than we ever had. A child who would never, ever doubt that we loved.
On the circular stage, under a blaring sun, Willow, as Rosalind pretending to be someone else, smiled coyly at me.
“What would you say to me now, an I were your very, very Rosalind?”
“I would kiss before I spoke,” I said, and we looked through the characters to each other, and I knew she heard my unspoken words.
And tell you I love you.
Forever Right Now
You’re a tornado, Darlene. I’m swept up.
“Forever Right Now is full of heart and soul--rarely does a book impact me like this one did. Emma Scott has a new forever fan in me.” --New York Times bestselling author of Archer's Voice, Mia Sheridan