Michael pointed. “Look.” Heidi turned as Gloria left the church on the arm of a tall, gray-haired man, who had been sitting two pews behind her. The handsome man leaned in to hear what she said, and patted her hand. Together, they strolled in a different direction from the hotel where the wedding breakfast awaited the guests.
“Gloria will always land on her feet,” Michael said.
He returned his attention to Heidi, and cupped her face in his hands. His gaze softened as he stared into her eyes. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.” She threw her arms around his neck, then pulled back. “Thank you.”
Michael grinned. “For what?”
“For being my knight in shining armor.”
“Always.” He bent his head and took possession of her mouth, leaving no doubt to whom she belonged.
Her heart beating rapidly, she licked her lips. “Um, one thing.”
“What, sweetheart? Whatever the problem is, we can work it out.” He smiled, his eyes warm with love.
“I hope you plan on having children.”
He grinned. “Of course. One day I want a little girl who looks like you.”
She blew out a breath of air. “Good. How about a little less than eight months from now?”
Michael’s eyes grew wide, and his face broke out into a grin. “Yes!”
His deep voice carried back to the crowd as the buggy rumbled down the street, the horses kicking up red dirt.
The End