She laughs, covering her mouth with her right hand. I take her left and slide the diamond ring on her finger. “I love you, Millie. You are going to be the most beautiful bride.”
Her smile falters slightly. “Well, actually,” she says, walking to her purse where it was discarded on the auto shop floor. “Open this.”
I take the card from her hands, on the front is her Beetle, tools strewn all around it. “That was one hell of an oil change.”
Inside, it reads, “P.S. We’re gonna need a bigger car.”
I look up at her, my heart racing. “Are you, are we...”
She nods. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy.”