Winter Hart
Gold? Why would the confetti be gold? I gasped when Jake tugged at my hand, pulling my attention to him down on one knee. Tears filled my eyes, and I covered my mouth with my free hand.
"Winter Hart, will you be my wife?" he grinned up at me, holding his mother's ring.
"Jake, I..." I cried. "Yes. Yes! Oh my god, yes!"
When he stood up, he quickly placed the ring on my finger. I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped into his arms. The cheers of our friends and family rang out around us.
"I love you," he kissed me, and I smiled against his lips.
"Three. Two. One!"
The crowd counted down before confetti exploded again. I pulled back as it rained down on us.
"Blue?"
"It's blue," I held out a hand and caught some of the pieces.
"It's a boy," Jake exclaimed, spinnin
