The day had been perfect. Coffee in the morning while in bed. Packing for a trip with no little petty arguments, excitement for getting out of town for a few days. Everything had been perfect.
She had a feeling something was happening. Something in the air felt like change, charged with excitement. On their usual afternoon walk, they talked of the future, as they had before, but even then, their conversation was different.
Then, that night, it all began to make sense.
Waiting for their friends to arrive for dinner, preparing the potatoes and the steak, he came in and revealed the news they had been fighting again.
She sighed and kept stirring the potatoes. Then she asked if they were going to be like their friends, fighting all the time, never on the same page.
He promised they wouldn’t.
Once everyone was inside, shooting stars outside was brought up and he led her out onto the deck.
As soon as they were all out on the deck, the apprehension snuck in. Candles decorated the deck, arranged in perfect symmetry and protected from the night breeze. The stars shimmered up above, the bright spots of planets there too.
After a cute, but nervous speech, he got down on one knee. “Will you marry me?”
She, of course, said yes without a single doubt in her mind.
Once the ring was on, and they had toasted and sat down to dinner, the thought struck her.
“Fiancée has a nice ring to it.”
