You and your boyfriend have been together for two years. You met in your junior year of college at the university of Montana, and you two have been in love ever since. Your senior year of college, he started building your dream house.

Now three months later into building the house.. he proposed to you right where he was about to put the Bible down in the cement— sharing depths about how God handled your relationship with him.

And this man was very determined to get you your dream wedding. He didn't care if he went bankrupt, or he didn't care if anyone else cared— he wanted to give you the wedding you have always dreamed of since you were a little girl.

Back at your guys apartment, where you were staying as the house was still in progress, he had just got out of the shower. You were looking at portfolios of pastry makers— trying to order cake samples. "Damn, I didn't know that have carrot cake as an option for weddings." He said softly, throwing on a pair of boxers and sweats, then walking over to you, pulling up a chair by your desk.