by Amelia Wilde
While we’re here, Adam works a few hours a day, winding down some of the extraneous arms of his business, selling off and consolidating what he can. He says he wants something more hands on, but usually follows that with a wicked grin and declares he’ll start by getting his hands on me. And his hands are on me right now, sliding distractingly between my legs. I smack his hand away. “Focus here,” I demand.
He chuckles and backs off. “I’m focused.”
I nod and take a deep breath. “Here we go,” I say.
“Do you want a letter opener?” Adam suddenly asks, moving to his desk and starting to rifle through the drawers. “I think I have one of my dad’s, found it in the house. It’s got this weird handle that looks like it was carved from...”
“Too late,” I say, wincing at the sound of ripping paper. I tear the envelope open with all the care and restraint of a kid on Christmas morning. I don’t care about the envelope. But I care deeply about what’s inside.
“There it is,” Adam says as I pull the thick paper free. He moves to my side.
For a second we both look at it with a sort of reverence. “I thought it would be bigger,” I whisper.
“We’ll mount it in a huge frame,” Adam promises.
“They spelled my name right,” I breathe, tracing the embossed letters. “R-e-g-i-n-a A. Q-u-i-n-n. Bachelor of Science in Sports Medicine.”
Adam leans in closer to squint at my diploma. “They made a mistake,” he says grimly.
“What?” I leap back, snatching the precious document away from him. “Where? What’s wrong?”
“Your last name.”
I hold the diploma practically up to my nose. The letters are in fancy script, but none of them appear incorrect. ”Q-u-i-n-n,” I repeat with the diploma to my face. “They’re all there.”
“Should be spelled Z-e-l-l-e-r.”
I snatch the diploma away from my face to stare at him, but he isn’t there anymore.
“Reggie,” he laughs. “Down here.”
I look down to see him on one knee.
“Oh what the fuck?” I breathe.
He laughs and shakes his head. “I’d expect no less of a reaction from you Reg.” His eyes soften as I stare at him...and the little velvet covered box in his hands. “I told you,” he says, slowly opening it to reveal the sparkling circle of diamonds nestled within. “I promised I wasn’t going to run anymore.” He shrugs. “I want to make that promise again in front of all our friends and family. What do you say, Reggie? Will you marry me?”
“Of course!” I cry, flinging my arms around his neck and yanking him up to kiss me. I can feel the shape of his happy smile against my own as we stay there entwined for a long, long time.
“Reggie?”
“Hmm?” My face is buried in his shirt.
“Are you crying?”
“Shut up.”
He laughs. “Can I at least put the ring on your finger?”
I pull back and wipe my eyes. “Yeah, hurry up.”
He looks down at my hand. “You need to let go of your diploma,” he laughs. “Or you’re going to get it all wet from crying.”
I deliberately transfer my diploma to my right hand and lift my chin with as much pride as I can muster. “I don’t care,” I tell him.
Adam smiles. “Girl of my dreams,” he says, and he slides the sparkling ring onto my finger.
THE END
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