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Paige's POV

He wants to marry me. I debate asking him if he is sure, but that seems insensitive. He wouldn't be asking if he wasn't sure, right?

I'm staring at him as he kneels on the sandy ground in front of the swings. My eyes are swimming with tears and I have I blink away the wetness so I can see.

Does he want to be stuck with me forever? I know that I'm a handful.

"Seriously?" I accidentally say out loud.

Landon blinks at me and a grin spreads across his face, it makes my heart clench.

"Yes, Paigey. Seriously." Landon chuckles and shakes the box impatiently in his hands.

It's big. Really big. My fingers are so small. Am I really thinking about that now? He asked me to marry him.

Marry. Holy crap.

"You're literally killing me," Landon whispers, but I can hear how nervous he is.

"I- I-" I shake my head, completely at a loss for words, "nothing I could possibly say would encompass all the thoughts running through my head."

"How about one, three letter word? I'll take that." A smile tugs at the sides of Landon's lips and I crinkle my nose.

"What was the question again?" I stare innocently at him and bat my eyelashes.

"Will you make me the happiest man in the entire universe? That was the question." Landon smirks at me and I hear him sniffle.

"A three letter word, huh?" I beam at him and he nods frantically.

"Please." He begs.

"How about duh." I raise an eyebrow at him and Landon looks confused for a moment, and then his eyes shoot up to me.

"Say the word, please. Dear God, Paige, you're slowly murdering me." Landon says with his eyes shut.

I step forward and squat down slightly so that I am almost eye-to-eye with Landon. He looks like a puppy, his eyebrows low and a fake frown on his lips.

My eyes drift down to the ring inside the black box in his hands for a moment and then I decide milk this even more.

"Yep?" I tilt my head to the side and Landon groans.

"Paige! Please!" Landon drops his head and laughs under his breath.

"Okay, okay," I breathe out and take a deep, soothing, gratifying breath.

"Yes."

Landon shuts the ring box and drops it carelessly onto the ground. He stands and lifts me up with him, his arms tightly wound around my upper body. He might break my ribs as he spins me around, but I could care less. I tighten my hands around the back of his neck and giggle along with him as he swirls me around.

"Oh the ring, that's kind of important." Landon stops swinging me and places me slowly back on the ground.

I watch him bend over and pick up the box, dusting off the sand as he opens it. He lifts the ring very gingerly from the box, as if he thinks it might break in half.

Landon points to my left hand and I lift it under his demands. His hands are warm and sweaty as he grabs my hand in his.

"You're sure?" He gives me a sideways glance, the ring just barely hovering over my finger.

"Positive." I nod and smile at him. He blinks at me and then grins widely.

Landon's POV

I have to act like I pretend I know what I'm doing. I've seen it on movies many, many times before, but this time, it feels too surreal.