“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are my mother, the only one I have. You’ve done the best you can to give me a wonderful life—which, I’ve recently been reminded in a very painful way, is precious to me.” He pressed his hand to his cracked ribs. “I don’t want to think about how bleak and empty my life would be without you in it. So will you forgive me for being an ungrateful son?”
Ma wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “You are my son, and I’ll take you any way I can get you. But before I forgive you, there’s something you have to do for me.”
“Name it.”
“Marry Mary Kate.”
Molten lava melted his insides. The volcanic heat flared into his face, but he took a deep breath, disentangled himself from Ma’s hug, and managed to turn his wheelchair so that he was parallel with Meredith’s chair, facing her.
“I had the perfect romantic menu planned and wanted to do this at a time when I could do it right and get down on one knee.” He took both of Meredith’s hands in his. “I haven’t even gotten you a ring yet.”
Moisture filled Meredith’s eyes, and her breath seemed shallow. But her smile was all the encouragement he needed.
“Meredith will you—”
“Can’t find it. Can’t find it. Can’t find it.” Beverly stood up, her hands flapping around her as if she were beating off bees. “Can’t find it.”
Major cringed but reminded himself that his mother couldn’t help the way she was.
Ma took off toward the building. With a sigh, Major looked at Meredith. “It’s always something.”
“Should we follow her?” Meredith’s fine brows knit together.
“Yes. Do you mind?”
Her frown disappeared into a radiant smile. “Of course not.” She pushed him back into the building and all the way to his mother’s apartment.
But he didn’t see her when they entered. “Ma?”
“Where is it? Can’t find it.” Around the side of the bed, Ma hunkered down on hands and knees, digging for something under the bed. “Ah.” She came back up with a shoe box, removed the lid, and dumped the contents in the middle of the bed.
Fascinated, Major wheeled himself closer.
Ma rummaged through thimbles, paper clips, clothing tags, pennies, and other trinkets—and Major understood. This was her collection. The little things she picked up here and there that, somehow in her mind, connected her to memories and coherency.
Finally, she picked up an item, blew on it, wiped it on her shirttail, and handed it to Major. He looked down at the object in his hand. Love unlike anything he’d felt for her before overwhelmed him.
“Thanks, Ma.” He turned the wheelchair around to face Meredith. “As I was saying. Will you—”
“Not here! You have to do it over the romantic dinner on the patio.”
Meredith laughed and wiped her damp cheeks with the back of her hand.
“I guess we need to go back outside then,” Major said.
Once back out on the secluded patio, Beverly instructed Meredith to resume her seat and pushed Major’s chair so he was just where she thought he’d been before.
“Can I ask now, Ma?” He glanced over his shoulder at her.
“What are you waiting for?” She waved her hand then went to hide behind the pillar at the entrance.
“As I was saying before, I had this romantic dinner all planned out....”
Meredith squeezed his hand. “You should have known me long enough by now to know that I’m not one for fancy dinners or gourmet food. Tuna and Cheetos is a romantic enough menu for me.”
“Why have I wasted so much time?”
“Because you’re crazy!” Ma called.
He and Meredith laughed. “I guess I’d better get on with this before she comes over here and does it for me.” Taking her left hand, he slipped the object Ma had given him, his grandmother’s engagement ring, onto her finger. “Meredith Guidry, will you marry me?”
She never broke eye contact with him. “On one condition.”
His heart stopped. “What’s that?”
“You’ll go back to my father and tell him you’ve changed your mind about the restaurant deal.”
“How did you—?”
She pressed her free hand to his lips. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m pretty sure your mother is the reason you turned him down. And if I agree to marry you, she’s going to be my mother, too, which means I can share in the responsibility of taking care of her while you work at the restaurant.”
“But what about your job and your hours?”
“I’m promoting Corie into a new planner position to take some of the pressure off me so that maybe I can go back to just a fifty- or sixty-hour work week.” She grinned. “So will you?”
He would never deserve her. “Will you agree to keep the puppy and name him Duke?”
“You’ll help out with training?”
“Naturally.”
“Then, yes, I’ll keep the puppy.”
“Good. Now, you haven’t answered my other question. Will you marry me?”
“Yes, she will.” Beverly’s whisper carried to them.
Meredith laughed then leaned forward and kissed him. “Yes, Chef. I’ll marry you.”
About the Author
Kaye Dacus is a graduate of Seton Hill University’s Master of Arts in Writing Popular Fiction program. She is an active member and former vice president of American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW). Her novel
