by Anna Vaughn
Emma stopped walking. She was still holding onto Laura’s hand and she turned to face her.
“I am and it’s because of you,” Emma said as she bent down on one knee in the sand, reaching her hand in her pocket for the ring. “It has everything to do with you.”
Laura’s hand covered her mouth.
“Laura, will you marry me?”
Laura’s hand was still over her mouth, a tear trickling down her face. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Really?” Emma asked as she stood up, sliding the ring fully onto Laura’s finger.
“Yes! Did you think I’d say no?”
Emma laughed softly. “I don’t know. I’ve wanted to ask you for ages but I didn’t think the timing was right. The last few months have been crazy.”
“I know… But we’re over the worst of it now. The bar’s doing great. Your parents have settled into retirement.”
“Once Damien gets his shit together, everything will be back to normal. He is doing well though. I have to give him credit.”
“Come on,” Laura said, taking her hand. “It’s almost midnight.”
They strolled along the beach, hand in hand, taking in the scene. More bonfires were lit now and the music seemed to have gotten louder. Everyone was ready for the clock to reach midnight.
Emma tried to soak it all up. This night was always magical but now it would always hold a special place in her heart.
Laura said ‘Yes.’
It’s funny how things work out. How different would my life had been if Alicia hadn’t moved to New York, if I hadn’t come out to Benalmadena to help my parents when their pub was in trouble?
Where would I be now?
It didn’t matter really. She was happy. They’d be planning their wedding in the next few months.
Fireworks exploded in the dark night sky above them as they welcomed in the summer. Emma wrapped her arm around Laura’s waist as they watched the colourful display.
Emma couldn’t remember ever being happier.
Epilogue
Emma didn’t think her heart had ever beat as fast. She wasn’t nervous. It was pure adrenaline. This was it.
They were on a beautiful beach in Tarifa that somehow reminded Emma of Ireland with the rugged green mountain in the distance. The scenery was stunning coupled with the fact that the remote beach was almost deserted made this the perfect location for their wedding.
“Now you may kiss the bride.”
Emma met Laura’s knowing eyes, still not quite sure how she’d gotten this lucky, as she leaned in, covering Laura’s lips with her own in a short but passionate kiss.
They were standing at the edge of the water, the tide not quiet reaching their knee length white dresses. The water was calm and crystal clear. Emma couldn’t have dreamt up this location. It was perfect.
There was a gentle round of applause that brought Emma back to the present. They decided on a small wedding with both of them having only four guests, just their family and closest friends. Damien was there was Catherine, her parents too of course.
“We did it,” Laura whispered to her as she reached for Emma’s hand.
“We did,” Emma said smiling back at her.
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