When I compared the two, it hit me—Asher’s love was real. Micah’s was nothing but empty promises.
I opened my inbox and started reading through Asher’s old emails.
Every message was filled with warmth and sincerity. Back then I thought he was being clingy… now I realized they were love letters.
Letter after letter, full of love I never noticed.
My heart ached a little. How did he manage to keep loving me all those years?
I read them all and before I knew it, the sun was starting to set.
Then suddenly—a bouquet of flowers appeared in front of me.
I looked up and saw Asher, standing there with the biggest grin.
“Sorry I kept you waiting, wifey,” he said.
That word caught me off guard. It felt strange but… not weird.
Asher noticed my silence and looked a little nervous. “Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind?”
I smiled at him. “Relax. I’m not a chicken.”
We walked back into the courthouse, side by side and got our license.
I knew there were still people waiting for him across the ocean, so I encouraged him to head back soon.
Asher pulled me into a tight hug. “When I get back, we’ll have the wedding. And just so you know—whoever backs out is a chicken.”