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the distance between us. “Okay,” I say simply. “Give it your best shot.”
    He gives me a beaming smile and places his hands on either side of my face, then presses his lips against mine in a kiss I know he didn’t intend to be too involved, but quickly turns heated. At least until we hear four tiny disgusted, protesting voices from the table. Matthew pulls away from me, shooting a glare at the kids. “Shall we continue this later?” he asks softly.
    Attempting to hide my twitching lips, I nod and allow him to take my hand to lead me to the table where he pulls out a chair for me, then sits beside me. Just like last night, dinner is perfect. With my forgiving Matthew, my world is back on its axis and I can enjoy myself. During dessert, which seems to involve ridiculous amounts of ice cream for the kids and cake for the adults, I lean into the arm Matthew has extended on my chair behind me and he immediately pulls me closer until my head is resting on his shoulder. I could fall asleep like this…
    “Look at that!”
    Tyler’s excited voice brings me back to reality and I look out over the water to find several sailboats heading in our direction. “What are they doing?” I ask in wonder, watching them seemingly synchronize their movements until they’re in line.
    “I don’t know,” Matthew murmurs, tugging on my hand as he stands. We walk to the railing for a better look and I feel Matthew’s arms wrap around my waist and his chin resting on my shoulder. Something about the scenario seems familiar, but I shake it off to watch the sailboats switch positions a few times, all without running into one another. The kids are all crowded around the corner of the deck opposite Matthew and me, while Claire and Danny stand nearby to keep them from trying to get into the water. I start to turn around and ask Matthew if he thinks this is some show the restaurant puts on as entertainment for the customers when the boat on the far left opens its sail.
    When it’s open fully, I gasp, seeing something clearly printed across the white fabric. “SAMANTHA” My heart stops beating when the next one opens with one word written across it. “WILL” The arms around my waist tighten very briefly before the next sail is released. “YOU” The arms disappear completely. “MARRY” And I feel the tears streaming down my face with the last one. “ME?” My eyes sweep across all five sails and before I can process their meaning, I turn around and look down to find Matthew kneeling on the deck, a large, proud smile on his face as he holds a ring up to me.
    “From the first second I laid eyes on you, I knew my life would never be the same and that I had to have you.” The tears come more quickly as I gasp, realizing he’s repeating the words he used the first time he proposed to me. “There truly are no words to describe what you mean to me. You made me what I am today, Samantha, and I have no idea how to thank you for that. I took you, our love, and our marriage for granted, and like the idiot I am, I made the biggest mistake of my life by letting you walk away from me. I learned from that mistake and it is not one I will ever make again. Having you back in my life has shown me just how much I need you and more than anything, I want us to grow old together watching our children. So this is the last time I will ever ask you this question: Samantha, will you be my wife?” His lips twitch up slightly and he rolls his eyes quickly. “Again.”
    Gasping a laugh through my tears, I nod. “Yes,” I manage to answer, watching him side the ring onto my finger, then pushing to his feet as he pulls me against him in the most perfect kiss we’ve ever shared. It could be the situation, it could be the hormones, it could be that I’m happier than I’ve been in far too long, but once our kiss ends, I collapse against him and let out what seems to be five years worth of tears and frustrations while he holds me to his chest, murmuring