Page 107 of Man Seeking Woman

“Yes, yes I'll marry you.” Through weeping words and shaky sniffles, I wiped my cheeks with my hand.

August slipped the ring over my finger, raising to his feet and pulling me into his arms. Kissing me, he whispered against my lips. “I love you, Ella Day.”

“I love you too,” I said, taking his face in my hands and peering up into his eyes.

“What the hell's going on here?” Justin asked as he came into the apartment.

“Shut up, he just proposed to her, don't ruin this moment for them.” Slapping his chest, Kayla gave him a dirty look.

Giggling, I stood up on my toes, ready to go in for a long, aggressive kiss. And that's when I felt it. Stopping short, August cocked a brow, wondering why I wasn't coming in all the way.

“Uh oh,” I said, my eyes growing wide.

“What? What is it?”

Falling to flat feet, I looked down between my legs. “I think my water just broke.”

“Did you piss on my floor?” Justin asked, his tone annoyed and grossed out. “That's fucking disgusting. Bitch you better get on your hands and knees and clean that shit up. That rug cost me almost three grand, and now it has your fucking pussy juice all over it.”

August held my elbows, kissing my forehead. “Babe, I'm apologizing now for what I'm about to do.” Not saying another word, August took a few steps towards Justin.

“Dude, you better make sure your woman cleans up her twat splatter off my floor.”

Flaring his nostrils, August pulled back his fist, letting it go instantly and knocking Justin dead center in his face. Blood began to seep out of his nose, falling in bright red droplets onto the carpet.

“There, now you can clean up the fucking mess.” Taking my hand, August pulled me along. “Let's get you to the hospital. Kayla, I'm sorry if I caused any trouble.”

“No, don't apologize, just get my best friend to the hospital so she can have this baby.”

With our fingers braided together, August led me outside, and I followed willingly, happily, endlessly.

This was our end and our beginning.

Because without love, without having someone by your side, you're not really living.

Life was meant to be shared.