Page 63 of Blue Sky

Chapter Thirty-One

Street Tacos

“Yes, yes, yes!” Paloma screamed.

I scooped her into my arms. For the past two months, I knew more than ever that I loved her, that I couldn’t imagine my life without her, that I wanted to marry her.

And she said yes.

“We’re having an engagement party tonight. Brittney organized it. She flew out with Sky.”

Paloma’s eyes welled up in tears. “I love you. I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“I love you, too. I don’t want to live without you. Our life won’t be easy. I’ll be gone all the time, but I’ll always come home to you.”

I slipped the ring on her finger and we finished our lunch. Then I took her shopping for a new dress and heels. She even got a manicure and a pedicure, which she had never done.

We showed up at six to Guaymas, a Mexican restaurant in Tiburon. I had gone all out. There were mariachis, a margarita bar, and a taco bar. My fellow pilots made their way in but I was most happy when Brittney walked in, holding Sky.

Paloma ran to Sky and grabbed her from Brittney’s arms.

“Hi baby! Oh I missed you so much,”

Brittney pulled Paloma into an embrace. “Congratulations, Paloma. You look so beautiful. And Catherine would really like you.”

Those words caused Paloma to cry again. I took her around and introduced her to all the other pilots and their wives. Then the door to the restaurant opened.

And my mother and father were standing there.

I walked over to her and greeted my father.

“Congrats, son.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

I glared at my mom.

“Mom, please. Don’t ruin our day.”

“I will do nothing of the sort.” She walked over to Paloma. “Darling, I’m sorry how I treated you. I was just looking out for Beckett. But he loves you. Welcome to the family.”

And we all hugged.

And finally, after losing Catherine, my world was complete again.