Page 112 of Spiralling Skywards
“Sarah?”
Her eyes widened and she looked a little startled and maybe even scared by the seriousness of my tone.
“I never planned to do it this way. I was going to wait until . . .”
She tried to step away from me, but I tightened my grip on her hips.
“No, Liam . . .” Her hand came up to cover her mouth, and her eyes filled with tears. I had no clue what she was thinking, but I knew that I had to get my words out.
“I wanted to ask your grandad first, I wanted to talk to Luke. I wanted it to be so much more romantic than us standing in a bathroom, you naked and me wearing your knickers with Ms Bitch written across my arse, but I’ve never seen you look more beautiful than you do right now.”
She still had one hand in my hair, the tips of two fingers of the other covered her lips, her breaths short and frantic.
“I love you, Sarah Kathleen Carter. In five short months you’ve changed everything about my life. What started as a quick trip overseas has led to my wanting to make a permanent home here. A home with you. Even though you wake up miserable every morning and look at me like you wanna nail my balls to the floor and step on my dick for at least one week every month, I want you and all of your shitty attitude to be a permanent part of my life. I want you, me, us, and lots of little versions of us forever. I want to marry you, pretty girl, please would you be my wife?”
She let out a sob and when she nodded her head, I think I did too. Before I had a chance to stand up, she dropped to her knees in front of me and wrapped her arms around my neck.
I hadn’t realised until I slid my arms around her how badly I was shaking.
“Yes,” she said against my mouth. “Yes! Yes, a million times yes. I’ll be your wife.”
