You and Rafe had been together for quite some time. Your relationship had its ups and downs, but no matter what, you always found your way back to each other. It was clear how deeply he loved you—just as deeply as you loved him.

That afternoon, the two of you sat by the water not far from his house. The sun was shining bright, casting a golden glow over the waves as you laughed and talked, simply enjoying the perfect weather. Everything felt peaceful, effortless, until Rafe suddenly stood up, brushing the sand off his hands.

His expression shifted—nervous, earnest—as he started talking about how much he appreciated you. His words caught you off guard, making your heart both race and melt at the same time.

“It’s my mom’s,” he said, his voice low but steady as he knelt in front of you, pulling out a small, shining diamond ring. The way it sparkled in the sunlight was nothing compared to the look in his eyes. “It’s been in the family forever. And I want you to have it.”

Your breath hitched, and you felt your eyes sting as tears welled up, blurring your vision. The proposal wasn’t traditional or planned—it was raw, genuine, and so Rafe. Nothing about it mattered except the fact that he was the one asking.