Page 90 of Stuck with the Hero Next Door

"Are you saying I overthink things?" Levi asked in disbelief.

"I'm saying that maybe me more than you might overthink things.” I playfully hesitated, measuring my words. “But some of the best decisions are simple to make." I squeezed his hand, my engagement ring catching the light from the streetlamps. "Like saying yes when you asked me to marry you."

"Exactly."

We'd reached the guest house, but neither of us moved toward the door. Instead, we stood on the sidewalk, holding hands and looking up at the windows that glowed with warm light above us.

"I can't wait to marry you," I said quietly.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," he replied, and I could hear the complete sincerity in his voice.

"Even when I get cranky before I've had my morning coffee?"

"Especially then."

"Even when I try to reorganize your tool shed without asking?"

"You're going to reorganize my tool shed?"

"Probably," I admitted with a grin.

"Then I definitely can't wait to marry you."

I laughed, something that had become as natural as breathing around him.

"Come on, future husband. Let's go home."

Home. At least for now. Home had meant something different since I met Levi. Home had always been a place, but now it was more than that. Home was Levi. It was a feeling, and a choice to build something together that was bigger and better than anything we could create alone.

As we climbed the stairs to the front door, I thought about how this story started. With a broken-down car and a woman who thought she was just passing through. Now it was becoming something else entirely: a love story, a life story, a happily ever after.

Perfect in its imperfection, extraordinary in its ordinariness, and absolutely, completely ours.

THE END