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M y hands are shaky as fuck as I slip the ring on her finger, feeling like a nervous teenager about to grab a girl’s boobs for the first time. My heart skips a beat, staring at her finger with my ring on it. I still cannot believe she said yes. My gorgeous, caring, soulmate is going to be my wife. My wife. I give her a moment to look at the ring, admiring the way her soft eyes sparkle as tears stream down her cheeks, reaching all the way down to her jawline and dripping down the length of her neck. I stand, taking Olivia’s hand and pulling her up so I can wrap her in my arms and kiss her gorgeous lips. She opens her mouth and our tongues collide, heat and passion building between us. This woman has me weak in the knees just at the thought of spending the rest of my life with her. I cannot wait for her to have my last name and officially be mine forever. She is my Olivia.

As we pull back, I reach up to wipe the tears from her skin and place one last peck on her mouth. “I have one more surprise for you tonight.”

“What? There cannot be more,” she insists with a smile. “You’ve given me a cart blanche account at a recording studio and a ring that cost God knows how much with your fancy hockey salary. Please tell me we are going to get dollar tacos or something.”

I let out a roaring laugh, pulling her in close once more. “We are not getting dollar tacos, although that does sound tempting even after the salmon. But, I was thinking, since there’s a home game next week, what do you say we just get married tonight?”

“Tonight?” she looks up at me with wide eyes, telling me she’s not sure if I’m joking or not. “Like, tonight, tonight? I know you’re new in town, but this isn’t Vegas. There aren’t many late-night wedding chapels here in Milwaukee.”

“What if I told you I had that covered?”

“Hayes…are you serious? You want to get married tonight ?”

“If you want to, it’s all set up. If not, what I have arranged can just be an engagement celebration. But, I’d love for you to be my wife. Tonight. What do you say?” I ask, my voice shaking with a hint of nervousness. I don’t want to pressure her, but my heart tells me she wants this just as much as I do.

“Hayes, I love you…I love you so much. But, if I’m being honest…” she pauses for what seems like the longest span of time of my entire life, my hands nervously rubbing her back as I hold her tight to my chest. “…If I’m being honest, I would have married you the first night we met. This has been the longest few weeks of my life waiting.” She smiles, leaning into me with a grin that makes my heart skip a beat. “Let’s go get married.”