Daddy's Girl

The Proposal and the Letters

It's been 3 years since I moved back to Dublin and reunited with my Dad after my Mom's death. It's also been 3 years since Stevie and I started dating and we've been together for a long time.

On the evening of our 3rd Anniversary, Stevie takes me around the city for a romantic dinner and a night stroll around the city. We even returned to our romantic spot, the Ha'penny Bridge.

Stevie and I were watching the beautiful city of Dublin on the bridge. "It's so beautiful isn't it?", I asked. "Yeah, very beautiful indeed, like you.", Stevie sighed. I smiled and turned around to face him.

"Apple, there's something I want to ask you.", Stevie replied. "What is it?", I asked. Stevie then went down on one kneel. "Stevie, what are you doing?", I asked. Stevie pulled out a ring box and opens it, presenting me my Mom's vintage emerald engagement ring.

"Stevie, is that my mom's?", I asked. "Yes, it's your mum's.", he replied. Earlier that day, Stevie came to see Dad while I was playing with Oscar. Stevie asked Dad's permission to propose to me. Dad of course, accepted and gave him his blessing. He even gave Stevie, the ring that belonged to my mom.

"It belonged to Apple's mother.", Dad replied. Stevie looks at the ring and smiled. Back at the present, Stevie was still on one kneel, presenting the ring to me. "I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Abigail Grace Dawson, will you marry me?", Stevie asked.

I then remembered the past from 3 years ago of the day I first met Stevie at my grandfather's office at school, sitting with Stevie at lunch and class, having my first kiss and time with him, going to the prom with him, and reunite with him after college.

Remembering those wonderful memories, I smiled at him. "Yes.", I sighed. Stevie gets up and hugs me. He then puts the ring on my finger, and I was so happy to wear Mom's ring. That night, I was at home, admiring my engagement ring.

Then I saw the box that contains letters from Dad that he send to me when I was living in New York with Mom. I decided that it's time to open and read them.

I opened and read one letter at a time and as I kept on reading more and more letters, I became so emotional, to see how much I meant to him. I then started crying, reading one letter after another. Dad came in and saw me crying while reading his letters. 

"I'm so sorry.", I cried, as Dad sat down and hugged him as I broke down in tears. "It's alright sweetheart. I gotcha. Shh...", Dad sighed.