Chapter 136
Chapter 136:
“I can’t help it. Some of my favorite memories are here. When I was little, I came here all the time with my dad. My friends and I used to sneak off together. This place always felt like its own world. I hope you love it as much as I do. And someday, when the baby is big enough, I want to bring them here too,” I said, my smile widening.
“I already love it. Show me everything,” he said, smiling back.
We walked deeper beneath the trees, their canopy shielding us from the sun. I guided him along the old path, toward the hidden corner where the waterfall waited. There was no one else around, and I felt that familiar thrill of having the place to ourselves.
I broke into a run and reached the water’s edge. The waterfall was just as stunning as I remembered.
Davidson caught up in a few strides, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He placed his hands over my belly and rested his chin on my shoulder.
“This is incredible,” he breathed, awe filling his voice.
“I told you. I’m so glad you like it. Come on, we have to take a selfie,” I said, pulling my phone from my pocket.
𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗣𝗗𝗙𝘀 𝗼𝗻
I turned toward him and leaned in, lifting the phone so we could take a photo together. I made sure the waterfall was behind us. We ended up taking a bunch of pictures, acting silly and laughing like teenagers. He kissed my cheek, and I captured it. I loved collecting these little moments with Davidson—memories I wanted to share with our children someday.
When we finished, we wandered along the forest trails, stopping to take even more photos as we explored.
“I love you, sweetheart. I love you so much,” he said suddenly.
It was the kind of thing he said all the time, and he never cared where we were when he said it. I closed the distance between us, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him in to kiss him. It was soft and lingering, full of everything I felt for him.
“I love you too,” I whispered when we finally pulled apart.
After a while, we walked back toward the waterfall. My back started to ache, so I sat down and rested my head against his chest. Davidson held me and kissed my cheek. We fell into a comforting silence, listening to the water spill over the rocks and letting the wind in the trees wrap around us.
“Winona, turn around and face the waterfall. Let me take a picture of you,” he suggested with a smile.
I nodded and stood, turning so the waterfall was behind me, just like he wanted. I took in the view, letting the sound of the water soothe me while Davidson snapped a few photos.
Then, suddenly, the forest went quiet.
I waited for him to come stand beside me, but he didn’t. Confused, I glanced over my shoulder. He wasn’t there.
What was he doing?
I turned around fully and looked down.
That was when I saw him—down on one knee, holding a small velvet box. The kind everyone recognizes.
“Oh my God!” I gasped.