Reid Never Rushed Me
Our divorce was peaceful.
Everett had arranged everything carefully.
Reid didn’t show up right away with flowers or use the situation to push me into anything.
He waited.
That mattered.
Months later, we walked through a botanical garden in Raleigh after lunch.
Near a quiet fountain, Reid stopped.
“There’s something I’ve been trying not to say too soon.”
He reached into his coat.
When I saw the small box, my hands started shaking.
“Laurel, I can’t promise life with me will always be easy. We’ll disagree. I’ll probably work too much sometimes. You’ll probably assume the worst sometimes.”
I laughed nervously.
Then his face turned serious.
“But when things get hard, I won’t disappear.”
Those words hit the oldest wound I had.
“I want to build a life with you and Brielle. Not rescue you. Not own your future. Build it with you.”
He opened the box.
“Will you marry me?”
I said yes.
