After her parents pulled her into hugs and kissed her cheek in congratulations, Paisley traded her shoes and robe for Austen.
Paisley had dressed Austen in a white and yellow sunflower dress with matching white sandals, but Austen kept kicking the shoes off.
Like mother like daughter…
“Are you proud of Mommy?” she asked Austen, tickling her stomach. Austen’s giggles triggered the people around us to start laughing too. Everyone watched how they interacted with adoring smiles on their faces. Austen wrapped her fingers around Paisley’s as they played with each other, both laughing and cooing as families passed by.
“We’re both proud,” I told her, kissing her cheek and tapping Austen’s nose.
Paisley looked up at me. “We really do make cute babies.”
I chuckled. “Like you had any doubt.”
She rolled her eyes and went back to fussing over our daughter.
“So, Professor May,” I addressed, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the box I’d held onto for nearly a year. It’d been hiding away for the perfect moment, and now was better than any.
“Yes, Mr. Winters?” she replied in mock seriousness.
I held out the opened box. “How about you become Professor Winters, instead?”
Her eyes grew wide. Austen reached out for the ring, but Paisley intercepted her before she could get her hands on it. There’d been an incident that involved Austen eating one of Mashed Potato’s toys a few months back.
We didn’t need a repeat.
“Caleb…” Paisley picked up the silver band, shaking her head. It wasn’t anything flashy, because I knew Paisley was an old-fashioned girl. The smile on her face told me I’d chosen the perfect one.
Did I say she was my fiancée before?
I might have jumped the gun…
“Yes,” she breathed ever so quietly.
…but I knew what her answer would be.
I slipped the ring onto her finger.
How You Know It’ll Work:
She says yes.
This book wouldn’t exist if life hadn’t tossed me quite a few curveballs in the dating game. I have always joked that my life is a romantic comedy gone wrong. Even though a huge portion of this book is fictional, there are some real hilariously awkward moments that I felt the need to share for your entertainment.
Thank you for all the laughs,
Barbara C. Doyle
Hey! I’m Barbara Celeste Doyle, although my middle name should be awkward. My life is a romantic comedy gone wrong, so I’ve become obsessed with four-legged felines and chocolate—not necessarily in that order.
My love for the written word led me to obtain a bachelor’s degree in English and soon a master’s in education to teach college classes.
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Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Epilogue
Author's Note
About the Author