*Amelia*
Jim leans on the counter, his hands beside my hips as he towers over me. He wants to marry me? I glance down at the ring and back up to his brown eyes.
“You alright, Darlin’?” he asks.
I nod slowly, placing my hand over my son- our son. “Montgomery is a nice middle name.”
He smiles brightly and captures my lips with his. God. I’ve missed this. “If you insist, I can handle it as a middle name.”
I start to remove the ring from the box, but Jim takes it from my hands. “No, ma’am. I haven’t proposed yet.”
“Then what was all of this?” I ask.
“A conversation,” he says firmly. “You deserve better than that. You won’t be sitting on a kitchen counter with your foot bleeding when I propose.”
“Fine,” I mutter. I’d be mad if it weren’t so thoughtful. “So we’re back together?
