while placing a small kiss to my lips.
“I love that you allow me to. Okay, so where are we going?”
He takes my hand in his, and we head toward his car.
As we both slide in, I glance to Hunter in question, and the smile that graces his face only tells me he’s up to something. If I’ve learned anything about this man, it’s that no matter how hard I try, he won’t tell me what surprise he has planned.
When we first started dating, I read in a magazine that Sagittariuses are very spontaneous, and it’s amazing, just how true that is for Hunter. Him showing up here to whisk me away is very typical of him and something I’ve come to love. His little surprises are always an adventure, and I’ve done more things this year than when I was single.
It’s become my favorite part of our relationship—well, besides the amazing sex and pure happiness I feel when he’s around. His surprise of tickets to Florida for last New Year’s was just the beginning. He was able to switch the dates, and we went at the end of January. Since then, he’s taken me to Niagara Falls and even the Grand Canyon. He loves to roam and see the world, and I love that I get to go with him.
Once he gets on the road, I turn fully in my seat. I grab his hand and give him a cheesy grin, leaning in and hoping he gets my drift.
He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head. “You know you shouldn’t even ask. I’m not going to tell you where we’re going.”
I huff, and he wraps his arm around me, bringing me into him and kissing my forehead when we get to a stoplight. “Have I told you how much I love your little pout?”
I try to pretend to be mad, but all I can do is smile.
We’ve only driven for a few miles when he pulls the car over. As we exit, I see all the people wistfully skating around the lit-up ice rink. The tree sits tall and proud behind the center of the rink. Seeing it this close puts a huge smile on my face with its beauty and glamour and holiday spirit, all wrapped in one gorgeous tree.
When he pops the trunk, I see he already has our luggage ready to go to his parents’, and next to them are ice skates, ready to go. We strap them on and push onto the ice.
With the snow falling lightly and the lights twinkling all around us, it’s the perfect Rockefeller Christmas moment. One I want to remember forever. Hunter takes my hand, and we slowly make our way through the crowd and around the ice. There are couples having their special moments, just like us, as well as families showing their young children how to skate for the first time.
No matter how many people are around us, everyone is enjoying what it is truly like to spend Christmas in New York City. These are memories every single person will remember, and maybe they will make a tradition of it. Thinking of having traditions with Hunter makes my heart so happy. This week marks the first year we’ve been together, and all I can think about is how many more I want to spend with him.
As we approach the Christmas tree set up at the edge of the rink, I feel him slow down, so I pause and turn to him. When my eyes take in the handsomest man I’ve ever seen, down on one knee, my hands immediately cover my mouth, and I have to steady myself, so I don’t lose my balance.
“Katie McGee. My Katie McGee. You are everything I’ve ever wanted when I think about who I’d spend the rest of my life with. You’ve become my world, my partner in crime, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t want to spend another day without calling you my wife. Katie, will you marry me?”
He opens a box, showing off a diamond ring that’s both understated and absolutely beautiful. It’s exactly what I would have chosen for myself, and the man of my dreams is holding it up for me, promising me his love.
I keep my hands covering my mouth as I nod my head, and tears stream down my face. Cheers are heard all around us as he slips the ring on my finger and then takes me in his arms.
As he kisses