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  “Marie Anthony, you are my light. The mother of my child, my lover, my friend. You’ve changed my life so much and all for the better so, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

  “Damn it, Lewis.”

  “What?” he asked, his eyebrows popping and uncertainty in his expression.

  “You know I’m so emotional right now.”

  This time, fat tears streaked my cheeks. Smiling, Lewis reached up and brushed them off my right cheek.

  “Is that a yes?” he asked.

  I bent down so that I could pull him into a hug. “Of course it is a yes.”

  In one fluid movement, Lewis stood, putting his arms around my waist and lifting me off my feet as he spun around, letting out a happy laugh. My aching body protested, but I ignored it. Nothing could bring me down right now. I had a great life. My daughter was here. I was engaged to be married. I had found happiness.

  As Lewis slipped the ring on my finger, the hospital door opened without a knock, and the smell that floated into the room made me realize that there was one small thing missing to make this moment perfect. Andrea had brought me food. I looked at the McDonald’s bags and licked my lips just as her eyes zeroed in on the ring and she squealed with excitement.

  There was much to celebrate. So, we did.

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