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F is for Fiancé

Amelia: September 1st, 2025 6 months earlier

The sun is shining, it’s Labor Day, and I am floating along a river with my boyfriend and a bunch of our friends in individual tubes. It’s lovely. A last hurrah before the Fall truly sets in. I have my eyes closed, but I feel my boyfriend’s warm hand on the back of my neck as he drifts over to me. “Hey, Amelia,” he says. 

I smile before I open my eyes, but when I do, I can see him drifting along beside me. “Hey, Calum.”

His hand slides down my shoulder, then my arm before he takes my hand in his. Our hands fit together so comfortably, and I almost close my eyes again, but then he says, “I need to ask you something.”

“Of course, what’s up?”

“Amelia,” he says, and his voice is so serious and our eyes lock together. My breath catches in my throat. This is either really good or really bad. “I love you.” Is there a but coming? “I want to spend every day with you.” My brain is running a million miles a minute. My thoughts range from of course you do, we live together to but I’m sick of you and want to break up. “Will you marry me?”

I blink a few times, trying to clear my head. Did he really just ask me to marry him? Yes. Yes. Of course. Yes. But it takes a second for my body to catch up, my breath to return, and for the words to tumble out of my mouth. “Yes, of course, yes.”

He grins, and then pulls my tube as close to his as he can get. He yells, “She said yes!” and then we kiss. A cheer goes up from the rest of the group.

When we get back on shore, we hand in the tubes we had rented and go to our car. He goes into his bag and pulls out a ring. It’s magnificent and perfect, and I love it. “I didn’t want to give this to you on the river,” he explains. “I thought that was asking for trouble.”

“You might be right,” I say. He goes to slip it on my finger, but it’s too big. I try it on my middle finger and it slides on and stays put. “I’ll just wear it here for now, and then we can get it sized.”

He just keeps grinning at me and kissing me. It’s a magical proposal. My fiancé. Goodness, I’m so happy.