Chapter 8
The next few months were the happiest of my life.
Liam recovered fully, his energy coming back faster than the doctors had expected.
He quit his job at the diner, and we spent every weekend in the garage, working on the old F-150.
He was a natural with engines, better than I’d ever been, his long fingers moving fast over the parts, explaining things to me like I was the kid.
He’d bring his friends over sometimes, a group of loud, laughing boys from his old neighborhood, and they’d all work on their bikes together in the workshop I’d built for him on the third floor.
Evelyn would bring them out lemonade and cookies, and they’d all call her “Mom Hale” like she’d been their mom forever.
Evelyn and I fell back into each other like we’d never been apart.
We’d make coffee together in the mornings, slow, before Liam woke up, and talk about everything and nothing.
She told me about all the years she’d spent alone, working three jobs, moving from town to town, always looking over her shoulder.
I told her about the Army, about the bad nights, about building the company from nothing, about how I’d never once been able to bring myself to date anyone else.
We’d sit on the roof at night, watching the sunset over the sound, and I’d hold her in my arms, and for the first time in my life, I felt whole.
One weekend in late September, I took them both back to our old hometown in Oregon.
I hadn’t been back in 12 years, not since my dad’s first heart attack.
The town was smaller than I remembered, the main street quieter, a lot of the old stores closed down.
We drove past the old high school, past the trailer park where Evelyn had grown up, past the river where we used to park the truck.
We stopped at the old oak tree by the bank, the one where I’d asked her to be my girlfriend when we were 16, the one where I’d given her the locket at prom.
I got out of the car and helped Evelyn out, Liam trailing behind us, grinning like he knew what was coming.
I’d had the ring made three weeks earlier, a simple platinum band with a small diamond in the center, flanked by two smaller stones—one for her, one for me, one for Liam.
I’d hidden it in my pocket the whole drive up.
Evelyn was looking up at the tree, a soft smile on her face, when I got down on one knee in the grass.
She turned around, and her hand flew to her mouth when she saw me.
“Evelyn Carter,” I said, my voice steady, even though my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would jump out of my chest. “I asked you to marry me once before, 18 years ago, in the back of my beat-up truck. You said yes, and then the world got in the way. But we’re here now. We have our son. We have our whole lives ahead of us. And I’m asking you again. Will you marry me? For real this time. No running. No secrets. Just us. Forever.”
Tears were streaming down her face before I even finished talking.
She nodded so fast her hair fell in her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered, then louder, laughing through her tears. “Yes, a thousand times yes.”
I slipped the ring on her finger, stood up, and kissed her, right there under the tree where it had all started.
Liam cheered from behind us, clapping loud, whooping like we’d just won the Super Bowl.
When we pulled apart, Evelyn was staring at the ring, her face glowing.
“It’s perfect,” she said.
“Just like you,” I said, and she laughed, shoving my shoulder playfully.
We told Liam that night over dinner at the only diner still open in town, the same one where we’d had our first date.
He grinned, raising his milkshake in a toast.
“Took you two long enough,” he said. “I’ve been waiting for a stepdad… well, a real dad… and a proper mom and dad wedding since I was like 10. Don’t mess it up.”
We laughed, clinking our glasses against his.
By the time we got back to Seattle, the news of our engagement had spread through my circle of friends and colleagues.
Everyone wanted to throw us parties, plan huge, fancy weddings with hundreds of guests.
But Evelyn and I both knew we didn’t want that.
We wanted something small.
Something ours.
We set the date for the following June, a year to the day after Liam had walked through the elevator doors of my penthouse and changed all our lives forever.
Liam immediately volunteered to be my best man.
Margaret insisted on being Evelyn’s maid of honor, even though she’d never been in a wedding before.
Claire offered to handle all the legal stuff, for free, as a wedding gift.
That winter, Liam got his early acceptance letter to the University of Washington, with a full scholarship to their mechanical engineering program.
We celebrated for three days straight, taking him and his friends out to dinner, buying him the new laptop he’d been wanting for his classes.
He gave his speech at the small party we threw at the penthouse, standing in front of all our friends, his voice steady and proud.
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“Two years ago, I thought my life was over,” he said, looking at me and Evelyn, his eyes glistening. “I thought I’d never get to go to college, never get to be normal, never get to have a real family. But then my mom took that maid job, and I walked into that penthouse, and I got my dad. And now I have everything I ever wanted. Thank you. Both of you. For never giving up.”
There wasn’t a dry eye in the room.
