Page 71 of Better Not Pout
Every single day that I wake up with her in my arms, I ask the universe how the hell I got lucky enough to be the one that gets to love her.
You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you all of this?
Well, that’s because I owe it all to you. If it wasn’t for the letter that she wrote to you, unknowingly asking forme, then I wonder if things would have happened the way that they did. I like to think that what Rosalie and I have is something bigger than us. Fate.
That no matter what, we would’ve ended up exactly where we are even if it was by a different path.But who really knows when it comes to things like this?
It’s funny that I never believed much in fate until I came to Mistletoe Falls, until I met her.
So in part, I wanted to say thanks.
And I also wanted to talk about what I want for Christmas this year.
Everyone has asked that same question a hundred times in the last few months. What do you want for Christmas, Wells?
I had no clue. It was hard as hell to come up with something tangible when I honestly feel like I have it all.
I’ve got my dream girl.
The girl that I didn’t even realize I was looking for her until she stomped into my bar and took my heart hostage.
All fire and sass, but melted like sugar for me.
She’s the most patient woman I’ve ever met. She helps anyone and everyone without ever batting an eye. Never complains. Puts everyone before herself. Including me, Frankie, and Penny.
She’s strong, and resilient, and ambitious.
It feels a bit selfish to ask for anything when I have it all. My girl, my pups, my family. A business that’s thriving that I run alongside my best friend. A town that welcomed me with open arms and made me feel like a resident from the first moment I stepped foot in it.
And most importantly, a home.
Not just one with four walls and a roof.
My home is whereverRosalieis.
She’s the closest thing to perfect that this world has ever seen, and somehow, someway, I ended up being the man she chose to love.
That brings me back to finding something to ask for.
All I want for Christmas… is for Rosalie Sullivan to be mine,forever.
Wells McCoy
I can hardly seethrough the tears in my eyes as I lower the letter and find Wells on one knee in front of me, a bright red ring box clutched in his hand.
Oh my God.
“Wells…” I start, my voice breaking. I reach up, covering my mouth with shaking fingers to stop the sob that’s threatening to burst free.
He reaches for my hand and offers me a smile that appears almost boyish. “Rosalie.”
My heart feels like it’s going to escape out of my chest with how wildly it’s beating.
“You are the love of my life and the only woman that I want to spend the rest of it with. The only woman who I want to share an old farmhouse with, fill it with babies that I hope will look just like you. I love you, Rosalie. So much. I want you to be my wife, to have the privilege of loving you forever. Will you dome the honor of marrying me?” Slowly, he opens the velvet box, revealing the most beautiful, breathtaking ring that I’ve ever seen inside.
It’s an oval-cut solitaire with a gold band. Simple, but timeless. It’s… God, it’s perfect. If I ever had to choose for myself, it’s exactly the type of ring I would’ve chosen. When Wells takes it out of the box and holds it up between us, it sparkles in the light of the fire, all the facets shining brightly.
I can’t even believe this is happening. It feels like a dream.
