I stare at the tombstones in front of me, feeling surprisingly nervous.
âAre you sure you want me here for this?â Noah asks. I glance at him and nod. Thereâs no one Iâd rather have with me right now.
Since Aria had a few weeks off between projects, we decided to spend a couple of days with Noah. Coming back here as her boyfriend has been different, to say the least. Thankfully, it hasnât been overly awkward, but joining her in her bedroom at night has been a little awkward. I can tell it makes Noah uncomfortable, but heâs been supportive. Much to my surprise, learning about my past hasnât changed his mind about letting me be with Aria. In fact, it changed nothing for him.
I clear my throat and wipe my clammy hands on the jeans Iâm wearing. âHi, Mr. and Mrs. Grant,â I say, my heart racing. âIâve never had the honor to meet you, but it feels like I have, because thatâs how well your children keep your memory alive.â
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, unable to calm my nerves. âIâm here today to thank you for bringing into this world the two people I love most. Noah has been my best friend for well over a decade, and Aria⦠well, your daughter⦠sheâs the love of my life. Sheâs beautiful, astonishingly intelligent, humble, and she has a heart of gold. I canât tell you what she sees in me, because I ask myself that question every single day. Iâm well aware that I donât deserve her, but for whatever crazy reason, sheâs chosen to be with me. When times got tough and I wasnât sure Iâd make it through, she stuck with me. She is, quite honestly, the best thing that ever happened to me. And I know⦠I know Iâm not good enough, but Iâm working on being better.â
It took me a few weeks to get into it, but I actually look forward to sessions with my psychologist now. Iâm not sure how long itâll take me to be completely sure Iâm not as harmful as I think I am, but Iâm getting there, slowly but surely. Iâve gotten far enough to know I wonât ever hurt Aria, and sheâll always be safe in my arms. I havenât been able to change the way I see myself, nor have I managed to quieten my fatherâs voice completely, but Iâll get there.
I straighten my shoulders and inhale deeply. âI guess what Iâm saying is that Iâm here to ask for your blessing. I love your daughter beyond reason, beyond measure. I always will. I didnât know feelings this pure existed until her. All I want to do for the rest of my life is show her how amazing she is. Every day, for as long as I live, Iâll do everything within my power to make her happy. Iâll cherish her and never stop appreciating all the little things she does. Iâll support her dreams and Iâll always be there to catch her when she falls. Iâll be everything she needs me to be, for as long as sheâll have me. Hopefully, thatâll be for the rest of our lives. So here I am⦠asking you for your daughterâs hand in marriage. I want nothing more than to make her my wife.â
Noah drops his hand to my shoulder, his eyes suspiciously watery. âMom, Dad,â he says. âGrayson is the best person I know. I canât think of a better man for Aria, and I know youâd have loved him if you were still around. Hell, youâd probably have loved him more than you love me. Heâs just that type of guy. I truly wouldnât want anyone else as my brother-in-law. I know youâd approve of him, so Iâm giving him your blessing on your behalf.â
I look at him in gratitude, and he smiles, clapping me on the back. âI see the way you treat my sister, Grayson. I see how you look at her. You think you donât deserve her, but you do. You two are perfectly suited for each other, and Iâm happy you found each other. The two of you were always meant to be. I could see it long before you did.â
I look down, humbled by his words. âCome on,â he says. Noah presses a kiss to his palm and places his hand on the tombstones before turning toward the exit. âWeâd better hurry if we want to make it home before Aria does.â
I nod and follow him out, nearly walking into an old lady with a dozen flowers in her hands. I steady her, my hands on her shoulders. âIâm sorry, maâam. Are you okay?â
âAll good, sweetheart,â she says, pushing the flowers in her hands against my chest. âHere, you take these. I was just about to throw them out,â she explains, tipping her head toward the small flower shop behind her. âYou look like you have a lady thatâd love them, so you have them.â
I stare at the flowers, wide-eyed. Aria love these. âThank you,â I murmur, nodding gratefully. She grins and walks back to her shop before I can even offer to pay her for the flowers, and I turn to Noah, finding him staring at me in shock.
âWhite tulips,â he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes meet mine, and his expression has me tensing. âTheyâre my motherâs favorite. My father always used to buy them for her.â
My eyes drop back to the flowers, a rush of emotion overcoming me. Iâm not a superstitious man, but this feels a lot like a sign. Noah smiles at me and then looks up at the sky, the emotion in his eyes matching what Iâm feeling.
âLetâs go,â I say. âI canât wait another second to ask your sister to be my wife.â