Kissing Booth: Another Take

Epilogue - Chapter 50

AN: Hi Friends! Wow it has been a while but all of your support has still been so strong. In honor of the long weekend here in the US I put together this short and sweet Epilogue for you. 

Also, I have been floating around the idea of another Kissing Booth FF -- one that fills in some of the things we missed out on with the third movie. Let me know if you guys would even be interested in that and I'll post a preview!

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"Are you nervous?" I asked even though I already knew the answer as I eyed him pacing a hole in the floor.

"NO," he answered too quickly, too loudly.

"I think you're over reacting. This isn't that big of a deal," I reasoned, leaning back onto the headboard and bringing my legs up onto the bed to stretch out in front me, my arms crossing across my chest.

He rolled his eyes at me. "Easy for you to say. You had a layup when you had to do this. He knew you forever. I barely know him."

"Lee, it's going to be fine. Do you need me to get my wife? Maybe she can talk to you in whatever language you guys speak and she can make you feel better."

"No," he said quickly, "She's just going to laugh at me. And do you have to call her that every chance you get? I mean you've been married a year already. "

I chuckled and his annoyance at me, finding that same amusement out of Lee's panic as she would. Years ago, I would've never believed that I would be the one Lee would find comfort in talking to about this stuff but here I was, locked in his and his Rachel's room in our ski chalet.

"It really isn't that bad Lee," I tried again.

Lee rolled his eyes, "Noah for the last time asking Mike Evans who has known you since diapers to marry his daughter that you had been dating for 5 years with a 1 year high school hiatus is not the same thing as me asking Mr. Young, retired NAVY seal, for Rachel's hand in marriage.

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I stared at Mike Evans blankly, the bulging manila envelope in his hands, a complete loss of words.

"I don't think I'm understanding," I admitted, scratching the back of my neck awkwardly as I eyed the package in his hands.

Mike Evans gave me a small smile I couldn't quite decipher. "She wanted to make sure you had it when it was time."

I felt my jaw tighten from the effort of not saying the 'what the fuck?' I was thinking, out loud.

"Me specifically or whoever came to ask you this?" I wondered out loud, the thought of someone else having the privilege of marrying Elle making my blood pressure soar for a moment.

He laughed. "Trust me. I was hoping Joni would be wrong when she first said her money was on you but obviously that's all changed through the years, Noah."

He forced the envelope into my hand. I untied the knot and pulled out a blue velvet box, trying to ignore the slight shake in my hands. I worked on a swallow as I opened the box to find Joni's oval diamond engagement ring staring up at me.