Page 84 of Our Broken Pieces
“I definitely want to get something for Millie and Adam.”
He smiles. “Okay, we can do that. Let’s get ready.”
Our time at the park was a success. I picked up some mouse ears, some onesies, and a couple of stuffed animals for Millie and Adam. We ate churros and pineapple whip, took pictures withcountless characters, and got to watch the daily parade. By late afternoon, we’re sitting on a bench, people watching.
“We should start thinking about dinner.” Marcus glances at the time on his phone. “I made reservations for a place that looked good at one of the other properties here, but if you want casual, we can do that, too.”
“Let’s be casual. I’m too relaxed to get fancy.”
“Sounds good. It’s weird, I thought my brain would be fried by the end of this weekend, but I feel pretty chill. I’ve had a lot of fun.”
I grab his arm. “That makes me happy, prince. You deserve to relax, and I’m glad you can have fun with me.”
“Things are always fun with you, princess.”
“Have you talked to anyone back home?”
“Shit, I was supposed to text Melonie and Audrey.” He digs out his phone. “Show your ring and smile.” I raise my hand and make a huge, corny smile. “Perfect.”
“Let me see.” He shows me the text thread, the picture sent and captioned with “She said yes.” Then I see a flood of messages come through, not only on the thread with my two friends, but from Linc and Jax, mainly congratulating us, along with a ton of exclamation points.
“I love all of them.” I smile at the messages.
“We’re lucky to have such good friends.”
“It’s pretty crazy how we’ve all come together over the past few years.”
“I wouldn’t want to imagine a world without all of you in it.”
I lay my head on his shoulder. “Same. It’s like we were all supposed to find each other in this life.”
“I guess we were.” He stands and gives me his hand. “Let’s go find dinner.”
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Marcus
“Idon’t want to go back to the real world.” Gigi flops down in the seat next to me after boarding the plane.
“I second that sentiment.” I grab my book from her tote bag before stuffing it under the seat in front of me. Thank God I had us fly first class, so I still have leg room.
“We need to finish posting on social media when we get back. I’ll look through the pictures in that email if you forward it to me.”
I forward her six emails of pictures from the weekend. I think I spent more on pictures than I did on our airfare.
“I’ve reposted a few that you posted. My parents both liked the picture of the proposal, so I hope that’s good.”
“Your dad liked it?”
I nod. “He did.”
“Did you tell him you were proposing?”
“No.”
“Should be an interesting day at work tomorrow for you, then.”
“I’ll manage.”
