I swallow the lump in my throat, my thumb running over the ring. I don’t have to look at it to know it’s perfect. “Yeah,” I whisper back. “This is it.”

“That a yes, princess?”

I nod. “That’s a yes.”

I feel his shoulder relax a little in relief, and my cheek finds his shoulder. We stay like that for nearly an hour, and then it hits me that there may be no more perfect moment in my life than a quiet night, the man I love, and a porch swing. It takes me a little while longer to realize what I’m feeling.

I’m feeling forever.

For RVD. For help with the book, but mostly for making me laugh all day, every day. Also, the wine.