Falling for my boss ✔️

Chapter 58 - Time to go home

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Michael's POV

We spent more time on the ground, Sara still crying, looking at the ring, at me, and breaking out into tears again, all while I brushed through her hair and watched her intently.

"If you are crying this much right now, how much will you cry at our wedding then?"

"I don't know", she sobbed, suffocating me with her hug.

"Are you crying out of regret? 'Oh god I have no marry this man?'", I joked.

Sara cried harder, calling me an idiot and scolding me for minutes on end how I could think such a silly thing - I finally silenced her with a kiss.

"I'm choosing a long-sleeved dress for our wedding." Sara hiccuped.

My heart made a jump. Immediately I imagined her walking down the aisle to me in a beautiful white dress. My future wife.

"Perfect", I whispered. I wiped her smudged mascara away. "You know what Lejla wanted to tell you before?"

Sara shook her head.

"I asked your father for your hand - and we talked about everything until he gave me his permission." I told her.

Sara smiled brightly. "Thank you - I'm sure that means a lot to him."

After Sara finally calmed down and wouldn't suffocate me with kisses, we decided to go back home and tell the others.

Sara wouldn't let go of my hand, raising her hand to stare at her ring and giggling like a girl.

I had to smile big at her happy mood. I was so glad she had accepted my proposal, I was so glad we were engaged now - and then it dawned on me; I would really marry this woman!

How on earth had I gotten this lucky!?

My smile grew so big, my mouth started hurting.

This happy feeling was overwhelmingly strong, unlike what I've felt before. This felt right. I looked forward to it. I caught myself thinking about the wedding already.

I kissed her again, holding her long in my arms.

We skipped to the house and stormed to the door.

My fiancée, my perfect fiancée, cute and smart, sharp and lovely, mine!

My future Mrs de Beaumont!

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Sara ran inside the living room and I closely followed suit behind her.

Everybody looked up.

Sara raised her hand with the ring, screaming happily.

Marthe dropped the bowl of popcorn.

Lejla broke out into a happy scream, rushing to Sara and pressing her against her. Both were jumping in joy.

Amar sat there, paralyzed, until both mother and daughter turned into a sobbing mess. Then a smile spread on his lips and he joined them in their hug. Emma jumped up too and hugged me and Sara tightly.

Marie and Gerard pulled me to them to give me a strong hug.

Victor said "What a couple!", to his wife, who elbowed him softly. My oncle went over to me and ruffled my hair. "You fully grew up into a man now; this is the highest honour you must fulfill; make your wife happy, raise your children right, protect your family, spoil your grandchildren right, and watch the next few generations grow prosperously through your influence. Additionally, you two will become the spokesperson of the Beaumont family once married. You've got big shoes to fill now."