Page 82 of Skye's Fall
The last time he was here was with me? I feel like such a bitch right now.
“Hey, don’t do that,” he wipes a tear that I didn’t know had fallen. Stupid hormones.
“I don’t know what to say,” I reply.
This is where he would bring me so people wouldn’t talk or spread rumors. He hates rumors. It was a quiet place just to reflect. We would sit at the fire pit and laugh and roast marshmallows. I remember those times fondly.
“Don’t say anything,” he says, taking my hand, leading me to the cabin.
I step inside and my breath catches. He took my idea and added to it. There are roses everywhere, and tiger lilies and calla lilies, and blue bonnets. I mean, there is every flower under the rainbow displayed in vases. He lit a few candles and there is a fire going. And then on the walls are papers, written papers displayed in hearts.
I move closer to the first heart and I see the handwriting. I see dates and names and I realize these are my journal entries. I read every single one, moving from one wall to the next. All of them are about Linc— my dreams, my fears, my hopes, and my love for this man who stands behind me.
“Linc?” I don’t really understand what is going on. How did he get them?
“Your mom wanted me to read them. And I did, all of them. Every entry. I know it violates your privacy, but I’m glad I did,” he says as I spin around to face him.
He’s on one knee and I am confused.
“I know you proposed, but I wanted to do this my way,” he chuckles.
“What?”
“Skye Drake, I fell in love with you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I haven’t loved anyone like I love you. There’s only one girl for me and it’s you. I want to help you with your dreams. I want to watch you soar and touch the sky and I’ll be holding your hand the whole time. Will you do me the honor and become my wife?” He pulls out a box and opens it. I see my mom’s ring, the one that has been in our family for generations before and will be for generations after.
I fall to my knees in front of him, taking his hands, sobbing, “Yes.”
He lunges at me, taking my face in his hands and kisses me like the world is ending. He kisses me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. I know I need him to live.
“Whatever you need in life, I will give it to you and our baby. I’m not perfect, but I will be for you,” he says, tears in his eyes.
“I don’t need perfect, I just need you.”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he says kissing me again.
I never thought I would be here. I never thought I would get my happy ending. But here it is, and I’m holding on. He’s my everything.
Epilogue
Skye
Seven Years Later
Things have come full circle in my life. The night Lincoln re-proposed to me was one of the best nights of my life. And a turning point. After that, wedding planning went into full effect. Ever and Ariel took on a lot of the responsibility. I don’t think I could have done it without them. And the wedding was just as beautiful even if it wasn’t as big as Ever’s. I was okay with that. We married near the coordinates on his ring, the pond on Shane’s property where I know he got me pregnant. His dad was able to attend and Beau gave me away. No groomsman or bridesmaids. Ever and the girls lit floating candles and put them in the pond. It was breathtaking. We married right before dusk and the candles gave a soft glow. Just friends and family, a small circle who cheered when the groom kissed his bride, and I loved every minute of it.
I have to give Linc credit as an amazing man and husband. He was really patient with me during my pregnancy. I was a horrible bitch. I bit his head off nearly every day. He indulged my cravings even at three in the morning. One time, I woke him up because I wanted dill pickle chips and vanilla ice cream and I needed it right at that minute. Being the best husband ever, he got dressed and went to the store, never complaining. I was a terror. But when the little bundle of joy was born, I was elated. I loved her from the minute I found out I was pregnant. Linc grumbled a lot at first because she was a girl. Oh he loved her, but he keeps saying she will never date and that she will always be his little girl. She has him wrapped around her finger without even trying. I always laugh at that.
“What’s so funny?” Linc asks me as I start to roll out of bed.
“You,” I snort.
“Me?”
“Just thinking about how your child is crying for you right now,” I hold up the monitor.
“Ha ha, she’s yours too,” he chuckles as the little girl comes running in the room and bouncing on the bed.
“I want eggs for breakfast,” she tells her dad.
