Oh, that she wished she could believe it. But no, she felt responsible. As if the whole disastrous evening, one that could have been the most memorable ever for the two of them, was all her fault. If only she hadn’t worked herself into such a tizzy. If only she’d had a regular dinner. If only...
“Carrie,” Mike said, laying a hand on her forearm. “How do you think the air would do you?”
“Air?” she asked, not understanding.
“I was thinking of the porch swing.”
Carrie agreed that it was a fine idea and that being outdoors might actually help her. So she accepted Mike’s assistance, and leaned on him heavily as he helped her outside and onto the porch swing, all the while thinking that this was how life would be. The two of them leaning on each other, growing old together. Each one forever supporting the other.
Carrie felt the moisture on her cheek, and raised a casual hand to her eye, hoping Mike hadn’t seen. He already thought she was falling apart. Why give him further proof?
“Need a blanket?” he asked, as a heavy gust of wind dusted a spray of rain in their direction.
“Just your arm,” she said, smiling up at him.
Mike sat and wrapped his arm around her, scooting in close. Carefully, slowly, when he felt her capable of tolerating the motion, Mike sent the swing into a gentle rock.
Far away, the mountains dripped and bled color in the evening rain. And, closer at hand, an occasional whistling wind across fresh flowers sent lazy summer fragrances wafting onto the porch. Mike held her and stroked her shivering arm until it steadied in his warmth.
Brush-stokes of light streaked into blackness in the darkening sky, as her head dropped against his shoulder in easy comfort and they continued to rock. And when she grew heavy and still, Mike knew that she’d fallen asleep.
It was just like the dancing. And he wanted it to go on, and on, and on... Yes, he was sorry about the evening and his lost opportunity for fulfilling plans. But he was doubly grateful for the chance just to hold her now, with nothing but the scent of the rain between them. If this snapshot was an indication of the next sixty years, Mike was awfully glad he’d seen the big picture early.
Carrie awoke with a start to see the sun peering over the purple mountains. It was only when she heard the low rumble, that she realized Mike was sitting and snoring beside her.
“Mike?” she said, raising a hand to his face. “Mike?”
“I’d like to counter that offer,” he said, snapping to attention.
“What offer?” she asked, laughing in surprise. “Were you dreaming about real estate?”
Mike opened his eyes wide then blinked at his surroundings. “Yeah, I guess that I was,” he said, rubbing the sore back of his neck. “Did we sleep here all night?”
“Unless little trolls carried us to my bed then replaced us on the swing before sunup.”
Mike pulled her into his arms and nuzzled her neck. “You know,” he said, “that’s the first time I’ve ever done that. Pulled an all-nighter with a woman on a swing.”
Carrie smiled, enjoying his warmth, enjoying the new day. Savoring the implausibility of the moment. And thinking that she’d happily wake up with Mike Davis anywhere.
“You stick with me and you’ll get lots more opportunities for firsts,” she said, feeling playful. And, thank goodness, so much better.
“You’re looking brighter this morning,” he said, stroking her cheek. “I was so sorry to see you so ill.”
“Thanks for staying with me. Being with you really helped.”
Mike turned to the woman beside him. All night on the porch after an evening of illness, and Carrie St. John was without a doubt the most beautiful women he’d ever seen. The only woman with whom he could envision sharing a lifetime.
“Think you could get used to it?” Mike asked, moving his hands to her shoulders and looking deep in her eyes.
Carrie nodded, but didn’t say a word. Because her heart was on fire. She knew, unmistakably, what was coming next. But this time, Carrie wasn’t anxious or afraid. Every nerve ending was ready.
Mike slipped out of the rocker and dropped down on one knee to the soggy boards of the slated porch.
“Carrie,” he said, taking her left hand in both of his. “I have something very important to ask you. And just so you know, I want to tell you
I already did the proper thing and talked with your grandmother.”
“Yes!” Carrie said, springing off the porch swing and into his arms, as he stood in surprise to catch her. “Yes, yes, oh Mike, yes,” she said in between vibrant kisses that ran from his mouth to his cheek to his neck to his forehead.
“Carrie --” he said, stopping her when she was almost to his mouth again. “You didn’t even let me finish asking.”
“Oh,” she said, consumed by a groundswell of heat. “Sorry."
Carrie primly smoothed out her hair and sat back down on the swing. “Continue,” she said, looking up, a million constellations in her eyes.
Mike smiled to beat all-get-out and pulled a ring box from his pocket. “Before I say what I have to say,” he told her while her heart beat fiercely with anticipation, “I want you to promise me you’ll keep that level of enthusiasm for the next say, oh...fifty to sixty years.”
“It’s a deal,” she said, with a sexy grin that almost made him drop the box and cart her straight inside.
“Carrie St. John,” Mike said, dropping back down on one knee, half wondering if he might get tackled. He pulled back the velvet lid revealing a beautiful blue diamond surrounding by six perfect rubies.
“Oh Mike...”
“I’m sorry it took a while, but this ring was sort of a symbolic gift. I wanted to get it just right.”
Carrie wrinkled her brow as Mike plucked the ring from its box.
“The diamond... Well, of course, you know what the diamond means, love everlasting and all that."
He grinned and she shot him a look with her eyes that dazzled.
“And the rubies?” Carried asked. She counted. “Six of them?”
“Well, these first two,” Mike said, pointing to the stones set at the top. “These are you and me.”
Carrie’s eyes watered.
“Because, well..."
He looked at her and smiled. “I figured out some time ago that you and I are -- two of a kind. Destined for each other. Meant to be.”
Carrie swallow hard past the lump in her throat. “And the others?”
He gave her a hopeful smile, green eyes glistening. “Jack, Amanda, little Carrie and Mike junior,” he said, touching the stones one by one with his right index finger.
Salty tears streamed from Carrie’s eyes. Amanda was her Grandma Russell’s name, though how Mike had known she couldn’t fathom.
“Of course, if you don’t like those names, we could chose others,” he said, reaching up and wiping her cheeks.
“I love those names. But...four?” she said, her voice warbling.
“For starters, anyway,” Mike said, with a Cheshire grin as he slipped the ring on her finger. “Carrie St. John,” he said, looking into her deep brown eyes, “will you be mine, to have, to hold and to cherish from this day forward...?”
Carrie nodded and kissed his hands still holding her own. “Oh, I will. I will, I will, I will!"
She smiled, giving the morning sun a run for its money. “But...Mike, I kind of think you’re supposed to save those words for the wedding.”
“The wedding?” Mike asked, pulling her up and into his arms. Right where she belonged. Torso to torso, heart to thundering heart.
“But that’s only six days away,” he said, closing in for a kiss. “Shouldn’t we start practicing up?”
What, oh what, was she doing to do with this man?
Keep him, she supposed.
“Absolutely,” Carrie said, as she kissed him back and his current completely swept her away.
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Epilogue
After a private ceremony and small family reception, featuring mint chocolate wedding cake, Mike took Carrie on a long country drive after which he surprised her by carting her over the threshold of a darling cape code with a white picket fence. After crying several million tears and drinking the sweet Virginia wine Mike had stocked in the fridge, Carrie told him about his new investment opportunity in the Caymans.
Once they’d gotten over the initial shock of just how alike they truly were, the delighted couple arrived at a happy compromise. They would rent out the new house for a year while they lived on Grand Cayman and got Mike’s dive shop business off the ground. Afterwards, they would settle back in Virginia and begin fulfilling Carrie’s engagement ring promise of creating four beautiful children.
So they could keep an eye on him, Mike’s father Jack, would be invited to join them in the islands for that first year. They would rent him some place scenic, not too far from their own home, where he could watch the saucy Caribbean sun stretching its fingers long over the morning waters -- and enjoy the personal attentions of his own private nurse.
Once back in Virginia, they’d continue to vacation on Grand Cayman and Mike would make occasional business trips, as needed, to check up on his shop. Then eventually, once Mike found the perfect piece of real estate, they’d build a breezy get-away on the island’s east end and summer there on a regular basis.
And while they plotted, planned and worked out all these intimate details, the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Michael John Davis, sat of the front steps of their perfect new home and ate a whole box of ice cream sandwiches -- before they melted.
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