Wednesday
Picture 2
Kimmydon's Choice: Both
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My phone rang with a new message just as I was snapping a photo. I didn't move, not wanting to disturb the butterfly that would be featured in my article on Butterfly Gardens. The blooms this spring were fantastic, and I had visited several of my favorite gardeners to get the right picture.
After three closes of the camera's shutter, the butterfly lit from the honeysuckle, flapping its yellow and black wings. I lifted my camera and laughed as I snapped a photo of Mrs. Larson taking a photo of me.
"You'll have to include this one for your by-line," Mrs. Larson teased, turning her camera to show me the display.
"I will! Email it to me?" I asked. Mrs. Mary Larson was the most technologically advanced seventy year-old I had ever met. Of course none of that newfangled nonsense was used in her garden. Just old fashioned coffee grounds and egg shells, thank you very much.
I pulled out my phone, checking the message.
5 days
My grin tipped off Mrs. Larson. "What does your boy say?"
"He wants to marry me," I said with a smile.
"Congratulations!" Mrs. Larson hugged me. "Where's your ring?" Mrs. Larson asked tersely, grabbing my hand.
I laughed and pulled up the picture on my phone. "He has it with him. He's coming home in five days," I said with a sigh.
"Lovely. Well, hopefully he get's home sooner."
"Thanks again for letting me visit." I headed for the gate just as my phone rang with another message.
Weather sucks. I'm wet through my skin. And not in the good way.
I snorted.
Gorgeous here. Don't know what your problem is.
Haha. I'd be in a better mood if it wasn't slowing us down.
You'll be late?
No. I'm coming in 5 days. Promise.
Three days later the weather matched my mood. It was overcast and raining. I walked downtown, alone, stopping in at various garden and magazine shops to make sure they were carrying The Quinessential Gardener. I was also seaching for my next topic. I held my black umbrella tightly, keeping the rain off my sweaterdress. I hadn't warn a coat; it was warm, just wet.
My umbrella was suddenly ripped from my grip. It wasn't windy, what was happening?
I turned and nearly fainted.
"Wesley?!"
He held my umbrella high, off to the side.
"Took long enough to find you. For someone who doesn't like surprises, you sure don't keep a normal schedule," he complained, a grin plastered on his face.
I clung to him, my excitement overwhelming me. "Oh my God! I think I might love surprises like these!" He had obviously been in town for a little while. He was dressed in one of his three suits. He had not just come in from the field.
"How about ones like these?" He dropped to one knee, pulling the ring from his pocket. "I know I said I'd give you two weeks, but-"
"Yes. Of course I'll marry you." I put my hand in his and watched him slide the ring on. It was perfect. One raised stone amid a cluster, small, but pretty. "I love it," I told him, bending to kiss him. "But did you have to bring the rain with you?" I complained, looking up at the sky.
"Hey, be grateful, that rain closed down work early." He smirked. "Which is really good, because I ended up being asked for an interview today."
I had been admiring my new bauble as he stood. Now I looked up to him. "Interview?"
"Yes. I'm joining a construction crew in town. Little less money, but no trips. How does that sound?"
"Perfect." I murmured. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
A/N Woot! I got to do a continuation. Awesome! :D See week 12: Waiting for the first proposal.
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