Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I then notice that everyone else has stopped—players, coaches, and administration—all watching the magical moment before them in awe.
Holy crap, this is really happening.
I cover my mouth as he takes my other hand, his eyes holding mine in a loving, all-encompassing embrace. “Audrina, dushen’ka.” His voice breaks, and I squeeze his hand as I fight back my own sob. “I have known you my whole entire life and have wanted you to be my wife for just as long. I could have done this in the privacy of our own home, but what did I tell you?”
My lip trembles as I whisper, “You always want to show me how much I mean to you.”
His eyes sparkle as he nods. “I want everyone in this rink to know how incredible, how beautiful, how smart, how insanely amazing of a mom you are, but most of all, how utterly in love with you I am.”
My heart soars in my chest as the realization hits me like a thousand pucks.
Most of these people saw us break, and now they’re seeing us heal.
I hiccup a sob as he continues, “I told you I wanted to raise Arwen 100% with you, and that will never change. It’s you, me, and her, and anyone else who comes along, because we’re my favorite thing—an us.”
Tears spill down my cheeks, and I roll my eyes. “That damn word.”
He sends me a beaming grin. One so full of love, my heart aches. “I love you, Audrina Maria Hawkins. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
I don’t even answer; I capture his face in my hands and slant my mouth over his. The rink erupts with cheers, and I think the goal horn goes off, which has me grinning against his lips. I pull away just a breath and whisper, “Yes.”
He gets up, taking my hand and sliding the huge pink diamond down my finger. I gawk at it until he has me in his arms, turning his hat like I love before kissing me again. I fall into the kiss, just as I fell in love with this man so long ago. Against my lips, he whispers, “I love you, Audrina. So fucking much.”
I’m sobbing at this point as I tell him, “I love you more.”
When he pulls back to brush my hair out of my face, we’re grinning so widely at each other, I know we look like fools.
But neither of us cares.
Because it’s us.