Isabela Part 3
I hold Oscar Jr. tightly because he won't stop wiggling and trying to lick me. His thin tail whips back and forth, and the puppy looks ready to burst with joy. When I finally manage to pull out the card, Nate takes the little guy from my lap and sets him down. The pup immediately starts exploring, sniffing everything to discover his new kingdom. I’m sure that, just like Belladonna, Oscar will make Nate and me his servants.
I finally take the card out of the small envelope, but I don’t even need to process what’s written. Just seeing Nate kneeling before me makes me combust. I manage to push back the layer of tears that blur my vision and read the words:
"Will you be my wife and my sun for the rest of my life?"
"Only if you agree to be my favorite delinquent forever!" I say, kneeling in front of him and stealing many little kisses, my hand smelling like dog, squishing his perfect white cheeks, now flushed with the emotion of the moment.
Nate’s perfect scent envelops me even more. His warm skin wraps me in a gentle embrace, feeding the most ravenous love and need that live within me, driving me wild for this man.
I was hoping my guy would propose because Harry had become his "best friend," which was quite a surprise. Nate told him he was thinking of asking me in a special way, and then he spilled the beans to Ana, who ended up letting it slip to me. Of course, I pretended I had no idea, playing along with the telephone game orchestrated by my idiot friend, but I imagined I would be more dressed up for the occasion. I smile in his arms, feeling that this is where I always want to be, the place I should never have been ripped away from.
"Yes! I accept, my love!"
You know... Everything can be a miracle if you know where to look. Maybe having Nate is already a divine gift I should be more grateful for. I know living in my skin hurts, and existing in his, which is another person devastated by the uncontrollable conditions of fate, is also heartbreaking. But we find happiness in our relationship. We are like puzzle pieces filling each other’s missing gaps. How many people go through life without feeling they truly found a great love? How many people lose their soulmate because they messed up and never managed to make amends, go back, or forgive themselves?
I have something rare that I cried for and begged to have back when I lost it. This is a small miracle worth celebrating.
So, God, if you’re out there, at least for this... I thank you!
"I’m going to make you happy, my fiancé!" I say, hugging him so tightly that I feel my chest ache.
"You already do, my future wife!"
I'm wearing one of his shirts, looking a mess, and I’ve just been proposed to. Some paradises don’t have a coconut water stand on the beach or a cabin with snow and a fireplace. Sometimes, paradise is a happy ending with the person you love.
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