Bite Me: Is that your way of asking if you can stay at my place?
Me: Do you have a spare bedroom? A couch I can crash on?
Bite Me: Knox Daniels, you know damn well that if you come to my house you won’t sleep on the couch. At least not alone.
Me: Are you going to use me and throw me away like your boy toys?
Bite Me: It all depends on how good you are.
Me: Oh, sugar. I’m the definition of good.
Bite Me: Every guy thinks that. You’ll have to prove it.
Me: If I do, will you go away with me for the weekend?
Bite Me: Yes. I will.
Me: Where shall we go? Fiji? Milan? Paris?
Bite Me: Those places are amazing, but far away. We’d waste the whole weekend traveling.
Me: We wouldn’t want that. You choose. Anywhere you want.
Bite Me: IF you prove it, don’t laugh, but I’ve always wanted to go to Washington D.C. and see all the museums.
Me: Then that’s where we’ll go. I love museums.
Bite Me: Really?
Me: I’d love going to a museum with you. Maybe I’ll learn a thing or two.
Bite Me: Well, I am a teacher.
Asher Vineyards — Wedding
KEATYN
After an amazing meal followed by numerous toasts, everyone is back out on the dance floor.
I’m trying to find my husband in the crowd when Aiden’s voice comes over a microphone.
“If I can have everyone’s attention, I have a little surprise for my bride. We shared our first kiss at a school carnival, and I’ll never forget how she looked. She was wearing a little red dress and was eating pink cotton candy.”
“With me!” Riley yells out.
“And me!” Dallas adds.
Aiden laughs. “That is true, but luckily I whisked her away to the Ferris wheel. It was at the top of it that we shared a perfect first kiss.”
Aiden sets down the microphone and stalks toward me.
He grabs my hand and says, “Now, please.”
And I’m thinking now what until a pathway is revealed, lit up by twinkle lights. We walk down the path, which leads us around the barn—where there’s a Ferris wheel.
“Ohmigosh, Aiden! It’s beautiful.”
“Want to go for a ride with me?”
“Uh, yeah.”
As we’re getting ready to board the first car, I notice gold scrolling letters on the pale pink paint.
Keatyn and Aiden
October 18th
We’re sorta like fate.
“Did you buy this?”
Aiden grins. “I did. It’s my wedding gift to you. I had it completely restored. Thought it would be a good addition to the farm.”
“Our kids will love it. It’s beautiful,” I say, getting on the ride.
As we approach the top, I squeeze his hand. “You know, I have to admit when I first fell for you, it was because you were so hot, Mr. Shirtless Goalie.” I pat his stomach. “You’re still pretty sexy looking, but you’re so much more than that, Aiden. You’re so wonderful to me. I’m so incredibly lucky.” I start to cry.
“Don’t cry, baby,” he says as I lean my head against his shoulder, just like the first time we rode the Ferris wheel together.
When we get to the top, it feels like time stops again.
Especially when he presses his lips into mine.
“I’ve died and gone to hottie heaven,” I say, teasing him.
“That’s because I just gave you a slow, perfect, time-stood-still, fireworks-in-your eyes kind of kiss,” he teases back.
“You’re stealing my lines.”
“There’s a reason for that,” he says, as fireworks light up the sky.
“Fireworks. You think of everything,” I tell him. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Boots.”
As we watch the fireworks, I can’t help but remember when he lit up the sky for me in a different way. When he put hundreds of glow-in-the-dark stars all over my ceiling.
And I know now is the right time to tell him.
When the fireworks show is over, and the Ferris wheel starts moving again, I say, “Top of the Eiffel Tower. Top of the Ferris wheel. Top of the hill overlooking the ocean. All special places to us. Places where our lives have changed.”
“And now we’re officially hitched.”
“Always. Only. Ever.”
“Now you’re stealing my lines,” he jokes. “Just like you did the night you told me you’re pregnant.”
“And the night you proposed. I have something I need to tell you, Aiden. When I went to the doctor on Monday, they did an ultrasound because my hormone levels were off.”
Panic fills his eyes. “Is the baby alright?”
“Yes, but I found out that there’s not just one baby. There are three. We’re having triplets.”
“Triplets?” he repeats slowly.
Then he leans over the seat, causing it to rock unsteadily as he yells down to the crowd. “TRIPLETS, EVERYONE! WE’RE HAVING TRIPLETS!”