Camden by Shey Stahl

 

Camden shows me the ring, in front of thousands of people, on one knee. “Marry me,” he mouths, his brows knitted together.

It’s not a question.

It’s not a statement.

It’s… a promise.

My nervous heartbeats is the only sound. I don’t know if I heard him correctly and I’m paralyzed by his sudden vulnerability. He’s flawed, beautiful, and asking for my forever with him.

I swallow, tears mixing with rain drops. I look down at the baby sleeping on my chest, snug and warm. And then at Camden, covered in mud, blood streaking down his temples and vibrant green eyes waiting on my words.

“Yes,” I whisper, knowing I can’t deny him again. He asked once and I said no because I thought he was only doing this because of Cullen.

But he stayed, through all of it, and I know what this is.

You and me.