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I gently nudge him in the sternum. “You’re so cheesy.”

“I am. But you made me this way.”

“I don’t have that much power,” I tease. “I think you were always a closet cheeseball.”

Wade laughs and cups my cheek, then kisses me gently on the lips. And again, this time on my rounded tummy. “Maybe I was waiting for the right person to draw it out. I hope you like cheese because you’re about to commit the rest of your life to this sentimental fool.”

My lungs fill with air, and I exhale a contented sigh. “I look forward to many years of being foolish together, Wade.”

“I love you, Mrs. Presley Rose Wood. Will you marry me?”

“I’ll marry you, Mr. Francis Wade Wood, and I’d divorce you ten times just to remarry you and relive this moment.”

Wade barks out a laugh and pulls me in for a tight hug. “We don’t have to go through all that. We can just have this.”

“This? This I like,” I breathe against his chest that smells like his spicy natural scent and wood chips.

“It’s a tradition, then. Every year on the night before our anniversary, we meet right here and have a moment.”

He knows how much I love traditions and rituals. He knows I never had much of that before I met him.

“Deal,” I say, a knot of emotion forming in my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and simply bask in the moment.

Every day, I fall harder, and every day, Wade catches me.

He might claim to be the luckiest man alive, but he was there for me in ways he’ll never comprehend.

And that makes me, without a doubt, the lucky one.

THE END

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