Page 69 of Big Balls

“Did she say yes?” Katy asks, her wide eyes flying over to me.

I huff. “He hasn’t even asked me yet.”

Ethan throws his head back and murmurs a few words that are definitely not part of a marriage proposal.

Then he moves quickly, dropping to one knee on the floor of the urgent care center—ew— and taking my left hand in his.

“Zoe Christina Deveraux, please marry me. I love you. We belong together, and you’re exactly what we needed, me and my Katy. Be mine, Zoe. Always.”

Katy’s eyes are wide with shock, and then she bursts into tears. “It’s so beautiful,” she wails.

Of course, her crying sets me off too. And about then, the doctor pokes her head in to check on us and then promptly gets out as quickly as possible when she sees me and Katy both crying.

But eventually I manage to say yes, and then we kiss and then Katy cries a little bit more. And then I make Ethan buy me a new ring that had never been through my digestive tract.

I ask for something reasonable, but somehow end up with this heavy monstrosity on my left hand. He said it was what people expected, and I didn’t care that much as long as I got to be his wife.

The entire proposal was definitely not how he’d planned, and not even in the realm of what I was expecting. But that’s exactly how my love story with Ethan Alexander has been all along.

And we’ll keep making the best of the unexpected for the rest of our lives. Our little family, perfectly imperfect, together for good.

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