Marlowe reached up and hugged him as she said, “Thank you, Menace.”
“I’m the one who should be thanking you.” As he stepped back, he motioned his head over to Remington and Delilah. They were both holding up a shot of tequila, waiting for Marlowe to join them. “Enough of this mushy shit. You have some celebrating to do.”
“Yes, I do.”
Marlowe stepped over to me, lifted up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine. After a quick kiss, she winked, then turned and headed over to the girls. I stood there watching her laughing and talking with the other ol’ ladies, and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. She meant everything to me. As I reached into my pocket, feeling Marlowe’s last surprise, a warmth washed over me. I could picture us married, cuddling up on the couch watching TV and those good morning kisses to start the day. I could picture those inevitable arguments and the making up after. I could picture our kids with her beautiful smile and my streak of stubbornness. We would grow old together, never leaving each other’s side. Yeah, I could picture us together … forever.