Page 57 of Mister Curb Appeal
Mr. Snuggles and I were wondering something…
Hanging onto the note, my heart skips a beat. He’s just such a little romantic.
My hand grips the doorknob and I push it open. I gasp as I glance around the bedroom and see he’s scattered around dozens of candles in various spots around the room. My eyes hit the bed and he’s sitting on the end of it with Mr. Snuggles. He’s fully clothed, but he’s removed his suit jacket, the top buttons of his shirt are undone, and his tie is hanging loose around his neck. Sexy. As. Sin.
“Joshie,” I breathe, clutching the notes as I walk toward him. “What are you two up to?” My eyes look down to Mr. Snuggles who is stretched out on his side, laying on the plush, thick comforter, looking like the king of the castle that he is.
Josh slides off the bed, not taking his eyes off me. His socked feet plant on the carpet and he pulls up one pant leg slightly as he says; “Mr. Snuggles and I were curious.” A sexy little smile plays on his lips.
“What about?” I don’t know why my breath hitches in my chest, maybe it’s because he’s… he’s bending down on one knee. “Joshie!” I squeal.
Yep, my eyes aren’t deceiving me. He literally drops to one knee right before me and a small box appears from behind his back. The unmistakable kind. The kind I know from the robin egg blue box and the white satin ribbon, that it came from Tiffany’s. I watch it all happen in slow motion as Josh’s fingers circle around the front of the box and he lifts the lid, and I see the most beautiful light pink, princess-cut diamond on a platinum band. “Baby, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
My hands fly up to my face and I shriek. “OH. MY. GOD!!”
His soft laugh echoes through the room and Mr. Snuggles blinks up at me from all the commotion. I notice then that Josh has fixed a pale blue bow tie around our cat’s neck for effect. “If God will help you say yes, then sure.”
I’m on the carpet with him in a split second, almost accidentally knocking the ring box out of his hand when I throw my arms around him. “Josh, this is so amazing! I had no idea. Of course I’ll marry you!” We’ve talked about future plans, even though we’ve only been together a few months, and both of us want to get married and have kids. I just never knew it was going to be this soon. But heck, why not now?
“Phew for that.” He grins as I pull back to plant a kiss on his succulent lips, the tears stream down my face without me even realizing. “Hey, babe, don’t cry.”
“They’re tears of happiness,” I tell him in a whisper. “They really are. I love you, Mister!”
“I love you, Lex. I can’t wait to be your husband.” He bends forward to kiss me again, then pulls back so he can retrieve the ring from its box.
“I can’t wait to be your wife!”
“Your mom helped me with the sizing.”
“What a sneak she is!”
He chuckles and I watch with anticipation as he holds my left hand so softly and slides the pink diamond on. It glides effortlessly over my knuckle and sits perfectly in place. “It’s an Australian pink argyle diamond,” he explains.
“It’s so gorgeous!” I hold it out so I can get a better look at it and then wave my hand around as it sparkles. “Oh, wow, I really am engaged!”
“You most definitely are, Princess. I know how much you love your rose quartz crystals, so I knew pink was the go-to. And a diamond always seals the deal.”
“It sure does,” I laugh through my happy tears. “I love it so much.”
“And Mr. Snuggles of course helped out with selection, style, and approval.” He leans back over to the bed to scoop up ourcat in his arms and we have a little group hug with Mr. Snuggles giving us a purr of approval.
“You are both sneaks as well!” I say. “But what a beautiful surprise. Thank you, baby.”
He kisses me again over the top of Mr. Snuggles. “Thank you, Lex, for loving me. I’ll never make you doubt why you do.”
“I won’t either, Joshie. What we have is so special.”
“I think a celebration is in order… that and kneeling down here is making my knee go to sleep!”
We both laugh and slowly make our way up to our feet, still holding Mr. Snuggles, Josh embraces me tight. “A celebration is in order,” he says. “For me and the future Mrs. Alexis Lucas.”
“Now that sounds perfect! I’ll drink to that.”
And another kiss seals the deal.
THE END
