Page 59 of Words Unspoken

Life was very good. It was about to get better.

“Why did he insist on going on the boat? Noah knows better,” Elle muttered as she watched them go further out. “He is going to be sicker than ever.”

“He had to go. Michael asked him to,” Ann said calmly. “He wants to commandeer both your husbands for a small task and had to talk details.”

Elle looked at her expectantly.

“Why? What does he want them to do?” Piaget asked curiously.

Ann smiled. “Well, I am figuring it has to do with shopping for a diamond ring since he had a page torn out of a jewelry magazine in the pocket of his shorts this morning with all sorts of them on it.”

Elle and Piaget both sat up on the blanket, alert.

“Really?” grinned Piaget.

“It is about time!” Elle exclaimed. “I am so happy for you.”

“Don’t tell. He doesn’t know that I know,” Ann could not contain her happiness. She grinned happily.

“We will have to start planning, shopping, dress hunting,” Piaget said dreamily. “When do you think you would like to marry? Fall? Winter?”

“Summer,” Ann said firmly. Here, on the beach, right in the back yard. It was going to be perfect.

“Next year?” nodded Piaget. “That is doable. It always takes a while to find a good venue anyways.”

“This year. Hopefully before my baby bump shows too much. Not that I really care anyways,” Ann said casually. She saw Michael wave from the boat. She waved in return.

Elle grabbed her in a hug. “Congratulations!”

Piaget hugged them both. “Does Michael know?”

“He found out this morning. After I stuffed that page of rings back in his pocket,” Ann laughed and hugged her two sisters-in-law. “I had to tell him to distract him before he figured out that I knew what he was up to.”

They leaned back and watched the guys, chatting about baby names.

Life was good.