The Sweetest Fruit ( Tomboy 🏳️‍🌈Love Story )

50. It doesn't have to be perfect

Sonia

3 yrs later

The warm sun filters through the massive glass windows of the university auditorium, casting a golden glow on the stage. The room is packed, the chatter of proud families and the occasional burst of laughter filling the air. A sea of caps and gowns fills the space, the black robes and colorful hoods symbolizing years of hard work and perseverance.

"Sonia Wambui Ngugi," the professor announces, his voice amplified through the sound system.

My heart races as I stand, my hands trembling slightly. Today is graduation day, and I still can’t believe I’ve made it. I glance at MJ in the crowd, her enthusiastic clapping and loud whistle bringing a smile to my face.

I climb the steps to the podium, the polished wood glinting under the stage lights. The professor, an elderly man with kind eyes and a beaming smile, extends his hand. I shake it firmly before accepting my degree.

"Congratulations," he says warmly, his voice carrying genuine pride.

"Thank you," I manage to reply, my voice trembling with emotion.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes as I step off the stage, clutching the rolled-up certificate. I glance at the crowd, spotting Aliza with her baby, Rose, cradled in her arms. She waves enthusiastically, her smile lighting up her face. Next to her stands my mum, a reserved smile on her lips.

After Dad passed away, it felt like a dark cloud had lifted from her. Though our relationship isn’t perfect, I’m grateful she’s here, taking small steps toward mending what was broken.

The ceremony continues, names being called one after the other, each graduate met with cheers and applause. Eventually, the event draws to a close, and the crowd spills out onto the university field, where families and friends gather to celebrate.

I hold a bouquet of flowers—a gift from MJ’s father—and sit beside MJ on a bench under a sprawling jacaranda tree.

"My baby is a graduate," MJ teases, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on my lips.

I catch my mum averting her eyes, but for once, I don’t feel bad. I know how hard this is for her, and I refuse to spend the rest of my life harboring resentment.

"Sonia, if you need a job, you can come to me," MJ’s father says, his deep voice carrying an air of authority. "I know a lot of people."

"Thank you. I’m definitely going to take you up on that offer," I reply, laughing lightly.

He grins, clearly pleased. My mum smiles faintly at the exchange, and I feel a twinge of discomfort. I hide it behind a polite nod, knowing how much she appreciates this gesture.

The celebratory dinner that follows is smooth and pleasant. Kian and Luke try to convince us to join them at a club, but we politely decline.

"We’re heading out too," MJ says as we say our goodbyes.

We return to the apartment. The hallway is quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the elevator as it climbs to our floor. As we step inside, the room is cloaked in darkness.

MJ flips on the light, and I gasp.

The living room is transformed. Red balloons float lazily in the air, flowers of every color are scattered across the space, and boxes of chocolates are stacked neatly on the coffee table.

"MJ," I whisper, picking up a teddy bear resting on the couch.

"Turn it on," she says, her grin mischievous.

"How?"

She gently presses a button on the bear’s back, and a recorded message begins to play:

"Sonia, I know this might sound cringy, but meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. Sometimes, I sit and think about how if you hadn’t knocked on my door that day—if I hadn’t slammed it in your face—I might not have made it. You found a way to love me when no one else could, and I don’t think anyone else ever will.

You’re the best part of my life, and I don’t want to lose that. So, if you would grant me the honor of calling you my wife, I’d be the happiest person alive. I used every vocabularies I know and every bit of my first paycheck to buy this cute ring. If you could just turn around—you’ll see I’ve been kneeling for a while."

The bear stops speaking. I turn slowly, tears streaming freely down my face. MJ is kneeling on the floor, holding a small velvet box with a simple yet elegant ring inside.

"Please say yes," she whispers.

"Yes," I mumble, my voice choked with emotion. She slides the ring onto my finger, and we share a soft, heartfelt kiss.

"Didn’t see this coming, did you?" she asks, wrapping her arms around me.

"No," I admit, leaning into her embrace.

"What now?" I ask, my gaze fixed on the sparkling ring.

"I’m going to figure out how to get a baby inside you," I reply, a laugh bubbling up despite the tears still glistening in my eyes.

                                             THE END

A/N ; if you have read this far just know I love you.  This is my first Wattpad book and the only book I've officially finished so thank you for coming to check it out. Future edits of the book will come along when I get the hang of this writing thing but for now just know every view, vote and comment is greatly appreciated.