Truth Sets You Free

Chapter 50

***2 years later***

"Yes, sir. Yes. I will have that to you by tomorrow evening. Yes. You too. Bye." I set the phone down as I grab my jacket from the back of my chair. I've been waiting for that client to call all day, and he finally decides to do it two minutes before I'm supposed to be leaving on the one night where I actually needed to leave work at a reasonable time.

I rush to collect the paperwork on my desk, carrying it with me as I exit my office, turning the lights off on my way out.

"Chloe, these need to be sent to the marketing department, but quite honestly, you can take care of it tomorrow." I tell her as I hand her the papers and look around to see that she and I are the only ones left here. "You can call it a night."

"Are you sure?" She asks me with a smile, not seeming to care that she's here late. "I can fax them right now."

"Seriously, don't worry about it." I smile back, pulling my bag up on my shoulder. "Have a great night, Chloe."

"You too." She chimes as I turn my back and head to the elevator.

As soon as the elevator reaches the ground floor, my feet move quickly to the car since I'm running a bit late. I check my phone and see that I don't have any calls or texts from Harry yet. That's a good sign. That means he isn't sitting there waiting for me...or getting cold feet about tonight.

***flashback***

"Bella Peters." He starts, taking my trembling hands into his. "I love you ad infinitum, and because I plan to love you again and again in the same way forever, will you do me the extraordinary pleasure...of marrying me?"

Speechless.

I love words, but I am completely and utterly speechless.

"I..." I try anyway, even though I know nothing is going to come out. I feel tears welling in my eyes as my lips spread into what probably looks like a ridiculous grin, but I don't care. I don't care about anything right now besides the man kneeling in front of me.

The man who is waiting very patiently for an answer to the question that he's been so afraid of asking for so long. The least I could do is put him out of misery.

I sniffle back the tears, trying and failing to compose myself. "Yes." I say weakly, his smile growing to match mine. "Yes, Harry." I repeat with much more certainty as he stands to his feet, allowing me to throw my arms around his neck with so much power that he staggers slightly.

I hear a chuckle leave his mouth as I nuzzle my face into his neck. His arms wind tightly around my waist.

We stand there for a moment, consumed in messy tears and sloppy smiles, simply enjoying each other and the promise that we just made to be able to do this for the rest of our lives.

***

My mind flashes back to that night that still seems so fresh in my mind as I absentmindedly twist the ring around my left finger while I sit at a stop light just a few blocks from the gym. Nerves are bubbling in my stomach, which means I can't even imagine what Harry must be going through right now.

HARRY

"You know, one week before your wedding day, I was kind of expecting you to be less..."

"Less what?" I ask Scott, looking up from my desk to where he's leaned back in the chair across from me with his feet propped up on the coffee table. I've asked him at least eight times to quit putting his feet on that table because it cost a shit ton, but he doesn't listen.