I haven't stopped sobbing all the way home. Thankfully Izzy was asleep when I picked her up from the sitter and continued to stay asleep after I put her down for the night. The last thing I want is for her to see me like this.

The fight with Cam was so stupid, and the more I think about it the angrier with myself I get. I shouldn't have pressured him into proposing. He told me up front that he wanted to go slow, and what did I do? I fucking proposed.

I proposed to him!

What the hell is wrong with me?

Not even bothering to change out of my dress, I search the cupboards until I find a bottle of wine hidden on the top shelf, drinking it straight from the bottle. I gulp until it burns, slamming it back down onto the counter at the same time there's knocks on my front door.

It's eleven at night and I have a sleeping baby only a few rooms over. This better be a good reason.

I'm surprised to find Cameron on the other side when I open it, his tie loose around his neck and a look in his eye that says please forgive me.

I should be the one apologizing to him, but before I can even open my mouth my mom strides in behind him.

"Mom?" I ask, completely and utterly confused. "What are you doing here?"

She has a knowing smile on her face before Cam says, "go pack a bag, Mads."

What?

Eyeing them both like they're a couple of lunatics, I cross my arms over my chest. "Iz is sleeping, and I have work on Monday."

"Well luckily your mom is here to watch Izzy, and we won't be gone for longer than the weekend. I'll make sure you're home tomorrow night. Now please, go pack a bag."

What the hell has he got up his sleeve? The last thing we talked about was getting married, and if that's what he's about to do then I don't want him to feel forced. I want him to do it because he's ready, not just because I asked him to.

"Go." He smiles, and despite all of my doubts I can't help but smile back. "Hurry up. Our plane is waiting."

"Plane?" I gulp. "Wait, our plane? Don't tell me we're taking a private jet! Are you serious?"

"Oh for gods sake Madison, pack a bag!" My mom shrieks, causing Cam to let out a laugh. "You don't have all day."

Without another word, I walk quickly into my bedroom and grab a duffel bag out of my closet. I don't even know what type of clothes to pack, so I shove a bunch of random articles of clothing and shoes inside before I quickly grab my toiletries from the bathroom. I have no freaking idea where it is we're going, but I could tell from the look on Cam's face that I'm going to love it.

He's not proposing, is he?

Maybe he just felt bad about our fight. Maybe he just wanted to make sure I wasn't mad at him.

"Ready to go?" Cam pops his head into the bathroom, drumming his fingertips on the doorway from being so eager.

"Yes."I say quietly, clutching tightly onto the handle of my bag. "Look, Cam... if this is about what I said earlier then you really don't have to take me anywhere. I don't want to force you into doing anything, and-"

"Maddie, I love you." he tells me firmly. "I've never felt forced to do anything. Now I really don't want to give it away where I'm taking you, so if you're ready to go then we should head out.

"Okay, okay." I giggle and let him take my hand. "Lead the way, Holden."

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My first time on a private jet was an experience to say the least. People treated Cameron like royalty, and because I was associated with him they treated me like royalty, too.

We had an entire dinner on our way to wherever it was he's taking me, but I seriously had no appetite. How was I supposed to eat when I knew I was being whisked away somewhere secretive?

Blindfold and all, I'm in the back of an SUV with Cam five hours later as we head to the destination. I'm nervous and jittery, picking at my fingernails on my lap.

This must be a proposal. It must be, and just the thought is making tears already spring to my eyes. This is all I've ever wanted, and just to be sure it's not a dream I pinch my skin, but I'm still here.

It's not a dream.

It's real life.

"This reminds me of when we played blind seven minutes." I say with a smug grin to try and pass the time.

"Well thank god you were at that party." He chuckles. "Otherwise I don't think I would have ever kissed you, and what a shame that would have been."

He's not wrong. We never would have made a move on each other if it wasn't for that night. That closet gave us an excuse to keep a secret. It jump started our entire future, and I had no idea it would take us this far.

"Cam, I'm already emotional." I sniffle, tugging on my bottom lip. "Because if you're about to do what I think you're going to do then-"

I feel his hand slip into mine. "Please, stop." He replies. "Because otherwise I'll get emotional too, and that won't be good for either of us."

We ride for another five minutes or so until finally the vehicle comes to a halt. I hear Cam get out of the car next to me so that he can come around to open up my door. My chest is pounding as I take his arm, still unable to see a damn thing.

All I know is that it's loud as hell. It's almost deafening, and the only thing I can relate it to is...

Wait.

"Cam..." I stop walking, covering my mouth with my hand. "Don't tell me it's-"

"Baby, come on." He laughs and tugs me again to follow him. It's almost five in the morning, so it must be pitch black out still. If we are where I think we are then I don't know how he's even walking in the right direction.

My body is shaking like a leaf when my feet hit the familiar texture, and after not feeling his touch for a minute or so he finally tells me to take the blindfold off.

On one knee in front of me is Cameron Holden. He's kneeling in the middle of a heart of rose petals on the sand, the lights from the pier casting a golden glow over his face. He's already blinking away tears as he takes a ring box out of his suit pocket, clutching it tightly in his shaking hands.

All I can hear are the ocean waves behind him, and as I stare at him in this moment, I'm not sure how I'm even breathing. My lungs aren't working properly whatsoever.

He clears his throat, my hand still over my mouth from shock before he says, "this is where I fell in love with you for the first time, Maddie." He smiles at the thought, the tears already streaming down my face. "I didn't even know I loved you that night, but looking back on it now it was so obvious."

"Oh my god." I choke out in disbelief. The wind is whipping around us at different speeds, my body shaking from head to toe from my nerves.

"You've seen me at my worst, and yet you loved me all the same. You loved that scrawny little kid with braces that was sitting next to you on this towel almost ten years ago and never thought twice about it."

I glance at the towel that's outside of the heart, the tears coming down my face even harder than before. I'm practically sobbing now. It's a worn down and tattered bratz towel that I got when I was seven, and it was the one I grabbed that night we both snuck out onto this beach together. The night that seemed to change everything.

He remembered.

"I had this whole other elaborate proposal planned next week, and if we were to go back to college, or even high school, I probably would have waited to do it, but I wasn't going to let you walk away again. This proposal isn't all that you deserve, but you have to know that there wasn't ever a doubt in my mind that I wanted to propose to you Maddie. I was just trying not to give it away."

I'm speechless. I want to blurt out that this proposal is perfect. This is more romantic than whatever the hell he was going to do originally, and I'm certain of that. He remembered that night just like me. The last good night we had together before he went to high school.

"We've never gotten the timing thing down with us." He says. "I was trying to have this all planned out, but I've just accepted the fact that nothing has ever been planned when it comes to you and I. We're spur of the moment — maybe even impulsive, but I wouldn't have it any other damn way, Maddie. We've never had the perfect timing, but damn it, I'm not accepting that as an excuse anymore. Screw the timing. Matter of fact? I'm going to make it the perfect timing."

He flips the box open, and a gasp leaves my mouth when I see the diamonds shining brightly underneath the light. The ring is huge. It's bigger than I ever dreamed of.

"You're my best friend, the mother of my child and the love of my life wrapped up all into one. I'm done playing games. I'm done letting drama get in the way of us. I'm done running from us. I'm making you mine again, and I promise with everything that I have that I will never let you go again. Marry me, Maddie Davis. Please."

Falling into his arms, I knock him backwards onto the sand and completely attack him with kisses. I kiss him all over his face as his hands run down my back, erupting into laughter when I can't seem to stop.

I'm so in love with him. My dreams just came true, and all of the happiness inside of me bubbles up, overflowing into all of these kisses for him. I can't think of doing anything else but this.

"I take that as a yes?" He smiles that damn grin that drives me wild, and I give him a look of disbelief.

"You honestly thought I'd say no after I literally proposed to you just hours ago?"

"I mean, no, but it'd still be nice to hear it."

Brushing one of his curls behind his ear, I grasp onto his cheeks to look him in the eyes. They're a shining emerald, practically sparkling, and suddenly the joking fades, and all I can see is him.

"Yes." I choke out. "One thousand times yes, Cam."

He grins like a little kid on Christmas and takes the ring out of the box, twirling it in his fingers before he grabs onto my hand. "I got all of our birth stones combined on the back of the band. Yours, mine and Izzy's."

Jesus, could he get anymore perfect?

At this point I probably have cried enough tears to produce more water than the ocean behind us. The ring is fucking beautiful, and as I slide it on I can feel the weight of it on my finger. "I love it so much." I breathe out as I scan over all of the fine details. "I'm scared to wear this. Do I even want to know how much it cost?"

"Probably not," he admits. "But you deserve it."

Leaning in to kiss him, he's still smiling when he entwines his tongue with mine. We're both smiling like a couple of idiots, but when my hands scrape down his face I feel his smile fade, the kiss becoming more intense.

He runs his fingers through my hair, and my god nothing feels better. I want his hands all over me. My fiancé's hands.

Pulling away breathlessly, I glance behind him towards the beach. "Let's go further down." I tell him. "Away from the lights."

He arches a brow, acting as if he doesn't know why I just said that. He knows me better than anyone. "And why might that be?"

I kiss him quickly and stand up from the ground, wiping the sand off of my dress before I reply, "you think after giving me a diamond ring that I'm not going to want to have sex with you?"

"I mean... of course I was hoping for that, but I wasn't expecting it. Then again, you never fail to surprise me."

He stands up beside me and I grip onto his hand, tugging him through the sand. "Hurry!"I giggle when he tries to snake his arms around my waist. "Before the sun comes up."

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