Twenty-Five.
It had been a few weeks since we've moved in. We decided to move in right before Christmas, and I loved it. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.
My dad and Ashley came for Christmas, but left a few days after.
It was now New Years eve, and Liam and I were celebrating it together.
We watched the countdown on TV.
60... 59... 58...
"Brooke I need to ask you something."
"Shoot," I responded.
50... 49... 48...
"Um, well, I-I," he was stuttering.
"C'mon, Liam. Just say it."
40... 39... 38...
He started to get down on one knee.
"Oh my god," I whispered, my eyes filling up with tears.
30... 29... 28...
"Brooke Nicole Moore..." he started.
I covered my mouth.
20...19...18...
"Will you marry me?"
"Yes!" I screamed out, hugging and kissing him like never before.
10... 9... 8...
He slipped the ring on my finger; it was a perfect fit.
3... 2... 1...
I stood up and kissed him right then.
"Happy New Year, Brooke Carter," he said.
I pressed my forehead up against his, smiling.
"I love you," I said, tears still on my face.
I cuddled on the couch with Liam, admiring my ring.
I couldn't stop smiling.
In that moment, I remembered what my great grandmother had once told me.
She once told me, "Find you a man that will protect you. One that will always stay by your side, through thick and thin. Once you find him, never let him go."
I looked up at the ceiling.
"Well," I whispered. "I found him."
I gazed into Liam's eyes.
"Never let me go," I said.
"I'd never."
The End
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Short StoryI remember her once telling me, "Find you a man that will protect you. One that will always stay by your side, through thick and thin. Once you find him, never let him go."
