“I don’t know when I would do this. Maybe not even for a while. But …” My throat tightens. “If I were to ask Bellamy to marry me, would that be okay with you?” He drops the bag in his lap. His eyes fill with tears as he sits with the most peaceful look on his face. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. The way he reaches for my hand says it all. “I’ll make her the center of my world,” I promise him. “And I’ll get her chicken noodle soup with no carrots and throw her the biggest birthday parties the world has ever seen.”
