CHAPTER10

Jess

Two weeks later and it’s Tuesday again, but this Tuesday is very, very different from the Tuesday when this all started. So much better in every single way. Because today, our life begins together. In Mike’s house. As a couple.

My dad is all for it. My mom, not so much. But she’s… thawing. Slowly. Like an iceberg in the winter sun. And that’s progress in my book. For sure.

They figured out their IRS issue. An error on the part of the government and I stared at my mom until she apologized to my dad for doubting him. I’m slowly learning my voice is as important as hers and it feels like my footing with her is more secure every day.

Sam comes thundering downstairs with Lagerfeld spinning circles behind him. Sam is as happy as I’ve ever seen him. Turns out, what Sam really wanted for his eighteenth was to find a place of his own, but he didn’t want to leave Mike in the house alone. But since I came into the picture, Sam has felt a lot more comfortable spreading his wings, which makes me so happy. He’s enrolled in a few classes at the Carolina School of Design while he finishes up senior year next month.

So with me moving in, Sam decided it was time to move out. And the move is just about finished. Mike’s rented him a nice new condo less than a mile away on the lake so he’s going, but not far, thank goodness.

As for me, I’m also as happy as I’ve ever been. I accepted the first chair position, but instead of applying to music conservatories, like my mom has been pressuring me to do since I was five, I’ve decided to apply to work in music education. Less stress, less pressure. More living, more learning. Much, much better all around.

Mike comes around the corner into the kitchen. He’s been moving boxes into Sam’s new place all morning and there’s a sheen of sweat on his burly forearms, and just hint of sweat between his pecs. I suppress a swoon. I am the luckiest girl in the world.

Mike pops open a sparkling water for the three of us. “You got everything?”

Sam nods happily. His eyeliner is so on point that it makes me a tiny bit jealous. “Yeah. And as a bonus, last night was the last night I’ll have to hear my bestie banging my dad! Hollaaaaaa!”

Mike and I groan in unison. We’ve tried to be quiet. We really have. But apparently not quiet enough.

Sam bursts out in a contagious giggle. “It’s fine, lovebirds! If you’re happy, I’m happy. But now, we’re outta here!”

We say our goodbyes and watch Sam head down the driveway, with Lagerfeld’s nose poking out the passenger’s window, open enough just wide enough for smells, but not wide enough to get bugs in his eyes.

Mike and I wave until Sam disappears and then we turn to each other.

Every time I look at him, he seems to get even more handsome. The more time I spend with him, the more I can’t bear to spend a second without him.

“So,” Mike says, taking my hands.

“So.”

“I’ve got a question for you.”

The heat in his eyes, it makes me almost woozy. “Anything.”

He lifts an eyebrow a little. = He knows I mean that. For two weeks, he’s taken me every which way. Rough, soft. Kind. Brutal. Hungry, sleepy, demanding, dark, light. Anything he wants is his. Always and forever. Because I belong to him. And he belongs to me. It’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Standing on the front porch, he smiles down at me.

And then lowers himself in front of me. On one knee.

Oh. My. God.

From his pocket, he takes a black velvet box. He pops it open and reveals a diamond that looks to me about as big as an ice cube. “Marry me, Jess. Please.”

Something about him, my big burly strong Mike, saying the word please…. It just absolutely melts me. I am so surprised, so bowled over, that I can’t even find the words. This feels too good to be true. But too perfect to be a dream.

Mike blinks at me. Sniffs. “This is where you say something, baby girl.”

Oh my god, I haven’t answered. I get so lost in his eyes, I hardly know what I’m doing. And I hope that never changes. “Yes, of course, yes!”

“Atta girl,” he says, laughing, as he frees the gorgeous ring from its velvet cradle. He slips it on my finger and it catches the light like a disco ball.

“Yes,” I say again. “A thousand times yes.”

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