“I can’t believe you made me hike all this way.”
“Why? Hiking is excellent,” he snickered, stomping through tall grass.
“For you maybe, but there are so many damn bugs!” I swatted yet another mosquito on my arm.
“Come on, fill your lungs with Mother Nature’s perfume!” he said, sniffing dramatically.
“Oh, shut up,” I said, continuing on this never-ending hike. “Where is this place?”
“What place?”
I turned on my heel. “What do you mean ‘what place’? You told me you were taking me somewhere special. We’ve been hiking for like an hour now.”
He tried holding in his laugh. “This is the place – the soft green grass, the shady trees, the creepy bug crawling up your leg--”
“Ahhh!” I yelped, jumping around and slapping whatever horrid creature off my legs. There was nothing.
He laughed.
“I hate you.” I stomped ahead.
He caught up with me. “Come on, don’t say that. You dig my passion for the outdoors.” He gave me that smile - that damn smile that he knew would melt me, like always.
“No, I don’t. I’m an indoor girl,” I huffed, continuing on.
He caught up again and sighed, “I’m just an outdoor guy who wanted his indoor girl to join him where he loves to be.” He marched ahead.
Oh shit. I jogged to up to him as he stood atop the hill, overlooking the landscape.
“I’m really sorry,” I said, clasping his hand. I followed his gaze, immediately swept up in the beauty before me: the flat span of cleared land and the massive weeping willow tree in the center, swaying in the gentle breeze.
“Wow, how beautiful,” I said in awe.
He kissed my knuckles and smiled with that smile again. “This is the special place I wanted to bring you, because right there – under that tree – that’s where I want to tell you that I love you for the first time.”
I gasped. “You love me?”
He smiled wide. “Hop on, indoor girl,” he said, bending low for me to climb on his back. “You’ll find out when we get there.”
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