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me. We ran the place together.
And it was awesome.
The business had grown so much and we were so busy that last year when the shop next
to the café vacated, I proposed to the landlord that the coffee shop be expanded to utilize both
floor spaces.
One business plan and a fair amount of Mark Gattison charm later, it was a done deal.
We increased the size of the café and the business grew with the expansion. Will and I worked
side by side most days, and the majority of our customers were used to seeing us together. I
swear, some people just came in to say hi or to have a laugh with us while we worked.
I m not sure how or when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I grew up. Will and
I were still going strong. We lived together, worked together, not all the time, but we spent time
together every day. We were still as physical now as what we were in the beginning, and I
doubted that part of us would ever wane. If anything, I wanted him more now than ever. Sure, we
argued sometimes, but it was usually only when he couldn t see how right I was. Or how
awesome. But usually, it was how right I was.
Sometimes, like today, I d have the morning off and come in later in the afternoon, but
this morning Will was working and he called me to run and pick up an order from the bakery.
Again, not too unusual, and I really didn t think anything of it.
The café was busy. Actually, the café was packed, and Will seemed distracted, so pulling
on an apron, I called out to Lori.  Can you put these in the back fridge for me, please?
 No, leave them. I ll take care of them, Will said, and when he cleared his throat, a
hushed quiet fell over the whole room.
I looked around at the faces, who were all now watching me. I wondered what on earth
was going on.
Then Will cleared his throat.  Mark, you said once that I d blindsided you, and I m
hoping to blindside you again.
And right there, behind the counter, in front of all of our customers, Will dropped to one
knee.
My stomach knotted and my heart stopped.
Will took a deep breath and smiled.  You are the love of my life. I want nothing more
than to be your husband. Will you marry me?
I couldn t even fucking speak. I looked around at the room full of expectant faces, and
when I turned back to Will, back to the love of my life who was on his knees in front of me, I
was barely able to nod.
The café erupted in applause and cheers. Carter and Isaac were standing, clapping the
loudest. Will was on his feet and in front of everyone, he kissed me.  Yes? he asked again.
 Yes, I said, nodding. Then I looked around the café.  Did they all know? I asked. It
might have been more a squeak than words.
Will laughed.  I ve been planning it for a while, he said.  I had them all here and if you
said no, I had it all planned for everyone to start singing Rick Astley s  Never Gonna Give You
Up . They were gonna do the dance moves and everything.
I barked out a laugh, still stunned. Then I turned to our watching, grinning audience.  He
really has crap taste in music.
Laughing, Will kissed me again, then he opened the first box of cakes I d just delivered
and turned it around so it faced the customers.  Cupcakes for everyone! Will cried out.
Then I saw written on each cupcake was the word  YES .
I looked at Will.  Confident I d say yes? Or is there a box of  no cupcakes out the
back?
Will laughed and put his arms around me. He kissed the side of my head.  Never a doubt,
Mark. You re my one true thing.
~The End~
About the Author
Who am I?
Good question&
I am many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer.
I have pretty, pretty boys who live in my head, who don't let me sleep at night unless I give them
life with words.
I like it when they do dirty, dirty things& but I like it even more when they fall in love.
I used to think having people in my head talking to me was weird, until one day I happened
across other writers who told me it was normal.
I've been writing ever since&
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Also by N.R. Walker
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Through These Eyes
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Sixty Five Hours
Learning to Feel
His Grandfather's Watch (And The Story of Billy and Hale)
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The Thomas Elkin Series
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