Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,61

I was referring to the flowers as he always brought his mom something on Sundays, usually wine or flowers, but often he would surprise everyone with a really sentimental gift like an old picture of them framed or all the family recipes put into digital files. I really liked having a romantic boyfriend. Even if it was his youngest sister helping in making him look like the perfect son.

He opened the passenger-side door to his black BMW and winked. "I have a little something in store for you."

I climbed into his car and reached for my seatbelt to buckle up, just as he closed the door, he practically danced around the front of the car to the driver side. As soon as he got in, I gave him the one eye raised eyebrow look. "What is it?" I teased.

"You'll see. By the way, Carl took me to the car repair shop, so I could pick up your car for repair. I don't know why you insisted on buying another used-car lot special. Any ways, it's at the apartment parking space."

"Thanks. I guess I figured why wreck a new car, when a used car is cheaper." I teased with referral to my car wreck not so long ago.

"I see. Well, when we are married, I am going to buy you a new car." He stated it so affirmatively, and then he added. "If you'll let me, dear." He was learning quickly.

"I suppose." I laughed, but deep down, I could see a few advantages to marrying a man who was financially on the upside. So did my mother, she was thrilled about it. Come to think of it, ever since we announced our engagement, my mother hadn't said one bad thing. I guess I could scratch pleasing my mother off my thirty-year-old plan, in fact, after meeting Mason, there were a lot of things I could scratch off and that pleased me tremendously.

Just as we pulled up in front of an elegant old Victorian house that was nestled among other old homes turned into businesses, I noticed the sign. Bernstein Private Jeweler. When Mason had asked me to marry him, it had been after one of his famous planned dates. He had given me his great grandma's antique ring as a symbol, but asked if we could go shopping for a ring when I had time, which seemed fewer and fewer as I was rushing with every spare minute to get this management course done, so I could marry him. Me and my personal promises to myself - ugh, but I was sticking this one out to prove not only to myself, but everyone else.

When I turned to look at Mason, he had that kid in the candy store look. "I can't wait for you to pick out the biggest diamond so that the whole world can see how much I love you."

I unclipped my seat belt and leaned over to gather his face in my hands. I gave him a quick kiss and pulled back, still holding his face. "It's not the diamond size that matters, but the thought."

He laughed. "That's what you women tell us when you are telling your girlfriends that size matters." We both started to laugh, because there was a bit of truth to that, however, in that department, Mason had no worries, no worries at all.

We walked up the sidewalk together with a hitch in both our steps. His grandma's ring was lovely, but I knew this meant a lot to him as he had been bugging me to do this. Now that we were here, I think I was excited to have a ring that he buys me on my finger. A little materialistic part of me could not wait to shove it into the faces of the females at work that kept stating that they thought Mason came from a rich family.

Three hours later and about a hundred different rings tried on, we came away with purchasing a beautiful two-caret diamond ring with a gold band. I think Mr. Bernstein was happy to have me finally make my choice as he had several customers in the store and only two other helpers that day.

As soon as we walked into his mom's kitchen, I walked with my hand forward and an 'oh my would you look at that' look on my face. The four women swooned around my hand as Mason said something about catching the game on TV with the other husbands. It had