Her face was unmoved, relaxed even, and I couldn’t understand how she wasn’t freaking out like me. Was she actually okay with us being apart?
Holding my hand, she pressed a kiss on each of my fingers before confiding, “Romeo, I’ve run away from my problems all my life, never to return, but you’re the first person I’ve ever run back to. That means so much to me. You pulled me out of the darkness.” I swallowed hard when she took my hand she’d just kissed and pressed it against her flat stomach. We’d decided to wait to have more children, wait until we were older, more settled, but it still ripped me to shreds knowing we should’ve been preparing for our angel’s arrival if things had gone down differently.
With a soft squeeze of my hand, she made me refocus. “And gave me hope. Hope that one day I will be a good mother… when the time is right, and that I do have a family… in you.”
I couldn’t speak, and when she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the angel wing tattoo on my chest, my eyes closed and I had to take a deep breath. “You once told me that one day you wanted to get away, that one day you would be your own person, and that one day you would get everything you wanted.” I had, all those months ago in her room, but what I wanted now landed solely in her hands.
Cupping her face, I told her, “But what I want is you. Everything I want is with you. You’re my ‘one day.’”
She handed me an envelope from her pocket, and a small smile set on her lips. “Your ‘one day’ is finally here.”
I immediately ripped it open and read the short paragraph:
Miss Shakespeare,
We at the University of Washington, Seattle, are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted on the PhD program for Religious Philosophy. To confirm your place, please contact us using one of the methods below.
My heart pounded and my hands were actually shaking. Looking up at my girl, I couldn’t digest it. She was coming with me? She’d done this for me?
But… how?
Her gaze was expectant, but all I could get out of my mouth was, “You… Does…? What?”
Giggling, she removed the letter from my frozen hands and said, “I also applied to Seattle. When Doctor Adams, all those months ago, mentioned there was a possibility of you going there, I researched into how the draft worked and took a calculated chance on Seattle. I didn’t want to say, just in case it didn’t work out. But it’s just paid off. I’m coming to Seattle with you, baby. You’re looking at the newest PhD student of philosophy. I sent my email confirmation about twenty-five minutes ago.”
Fuck. As she said those words, I realized we’d done it. Against all the odds, against every obstacle thrown our way—the loss and all the pain—we’d friggin’ done it. We’d both gotten what we wanted and we were still together.
Unable to contain my happiness, I smashed my lips against hers and my mind drifted to the one last missing step. I wanted Molly forever, and in my heart I knew there was only one thing that would make everything perfect.
Breaking away from her lips, I stared my girl right in the eyes and said, “Marry me.”
Her mouth dropped in shock and she stuttered, “W-what?”
Holding her face in my hands, I repeated, “Marry me. Marry me tomorrow, tonight, as quickly as we can. Just… fuckin’ marry me, Shakespeare. Let me make you officially mine.”
“But… But…”
I pressed her against the wall and reiterated, “I love you. I love you more than anything. I can’t and won’t be without you ever again. I want to give you everything possible. I want to give you happiness… I want to one day give you children… Marry me. Be with me. Have forever… with me.”
Her breath came quick as I kept my gaze locked on hers. A wash of contentment settled over her face, and then she made my fucking life.
“Yes!” she cried.
“Say it again.” I needed to hear that one small—but powerful—word once more… just to be sure.
“Yes. Of course I’ll marry you!” She giggled and I kissed her with everything I had until she chuckled against my lips.
“What the hell are you laughing at now, Shakespeare?” I asked, her happiness becoming infectious.
“That the two ill-fated lovers—in our story—found a way to be together against all the odds, all of the obstacles, finally getting their happily ever after.”
Fucking Romeo and Juliet…
Ah, whatever. My girl wanted a fairy tale? She could damn well have one. Holding her close, I whispered, “For never was a truer story of love conquering woe than this of Molly Juliet and her Romeo.”
We both paused for a moment, gazes locked, before we burst out in laughter.
“And where, Romeo Prince, did you learn that?”
Shrugging, I answered, “Google. Where else!” Molly couldn’t stop herself from giggling.
Bringing her left hand to my mouth, I kissed her bare ring finger. “You need a ring.”
“It’s okay. We’ll sort it later. I don’t need a ring yet. I’m happy with just having you.”
“Fuck that!” I said a bit too loudly. “We’re sorting it right now.”