“Camden,” she cries. I want to reach out and wipe the tears away, but I can’t move. I’m too caught up in the moment between us. I need to get these words off my chest.
I need my ring on her finger, to solidify that she’s mine forever.
“You taught me everything I know about love, and every single day, I wake up wanting to be a better man for you. You’ve turned me into the man I want to become, not the shell of the man I used to be. I’ve known from the moment I told you I loved you that I wanted you to be my wife, but I wanted to give you time. I wanted to give us time. And while I wish with everything in me your mom was here with us to watch me ask you to be my wife, I thought maybe if I did it here, with all the people who loved her surrounding us, that it’d be the next best thing.”
She lets out another sob, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them back up. “She’s here. I can feel it.”
I nod. “I know, baby. I can feel it, too.” I just now realize that I’m getting choked up. My tears well up at the sheer overwhelming emotion in the moment.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life that I want to be your husband. I want you to be my wife. I want to have some big, elaborate wedding here if that’s what you want and then take you on a honeymoon to France and go to every single French p?tisserie we can find. I want to share coffee with you every morning and have kids with you and really just grow old with you. I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’m the man you think I am.”
I open the box, letting her look at the custom ring I’d spent hours designing with the jeweler. She gasps, her eyes widening at the cushion-cut pink diamond on a band of smaller diamonds.
“Pippa Jennings, will you marry me?” The words are barely out of my mouth before she’s catapulting her body into mine, her arms wrapping around my neck.
“Yes!” she screams, crying into my neck. “Yes, yes, yes,” she continues, her entire body shaking.
An overwhelming sense of peace settles over us. I wrap my arms around her even tighter.
“You feel that?” Pippa says into the crook of my neck.
“Yes,” I answer.
“It’s my mom. I just know it is. She approves,” she whispers.
I laugh. “Thank god.”
People around us cheer as I clutch the love of my life to my chest. It seems like everything slows down as we both embrace the moment. She cries, and I think I might cry, too, from the sheer magnitude of happiness overcoming me.
For the rest of my life, I’ll be thankful that this small little town brought me and Pippa together. And that both of us opened up enough to each other to tempt our fate.
THE END
It’s the end for Camden and Pippa…but the start of something new for…
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Writing a book isn’t easy, but there were so many people who kept me going every step of the way while I was writing Pippa and Camden’s story. I’ll never be able to put into words how much I appreciate their constant love and support, but I’m going to try my best.
First, to you, the reader. I wish I could effectively put into words how much I appreciate you, but every single thing I’ve typed doesn’t even begin to share how much I love and appreciate you. It is you who is the lifeblood of this community. It is you that shows me endless support. You’re the reason I get to wake up every single day and work my dream job, and for that, I’m so freaking grateful. Thank you for choosing my words to read. Thank you for supporting me. You’ve given me the greatest gift by choosing my book to read. I love you so much.
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