“Christina,” he says, his voice steady despite the emotion in his eyes, “you are everything to me. You are my home. I was going to ask you today anyway. I had a plan. A proper plan.”
He smiles faintly.
“But somehow you made today even better.”
His thumb brushes mine.
“I don’t need you to say yes now. I don’t need anything except you. But I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. If you’ll let me.”
Tears spill freely down my cheeks.
“Yes,” I whisper.
His face softens completely.
“Yes?”
“Yes,” I repeat, laughing through tears. “Of course yes.”
I pull him into me.
“I love you, Bambi.”
He kisses me gently.
“I love you too.”
We sit there together, overlooking the village that brought us to each other, the future unfolding quietly between us.
This is where we belong. And nobody can tell us otherwise.