When we get to the crowd, I work my way past onlookers to the only available spot from which I can see Mal and place Tamsin before me, putting my hands on her shoulders. She bobs her head and smiles, and it’s only when I know she is secure and not going to be pushed around by the dozens of people standing around Mal that I allow myself to drown in his voice, his music, his words.

They said that love was beautiful,

I asked them if they were high,

Because when you barged into my life, you made me taste the sky,

But then you left me here, and the ashes on my tongue turned blue,

Darlin’, what more can I say? It ain’t easy loving you.

I know we said forever, a promise born a lie,

Though I really want to do it the right way before I die.

Marry me right, and true, and in all the colors you injected into my life.

My Disney princess, my shiny savior, my sharp, bleeding knife.

Mesmerized by his lyrics, it takes me a moment to realize he’s put down his guitar and is now approaching me with his unnerving swagger and foolhardy smirk that burns panties in its wake, leaving a trail of tattered hopes and dreams of something more.

I cover my mouth with both hands, not knowing what to make of it.

We are married. In the last year, we’ve acted it more than most married couples I know. And yet, here he is…

On one knee.

Squinting up at me like I’m the sun, Tamsin between us as I hug his daughter from behind.

“I got you something a little more impressive than the ring from Larnaca this time, Princess Aurora of New Jersey.”

He fishes in his back pocket for a black, velvety box and pops it open in front of me. I feel Tamsin squealing and giggling under my palms, her shoulders shaking in delight.

Everyone around us sucks in a breath as I stare back at a huge diamond sparkling in front of me in different shades of pale gold. I’ve never seen anything like it.

“Yes.” I choke on my own laughter.

Mal’s face changes from delighted to confused as he grabs my left hand from Tamsin’s shoulder—kissing his daughter’s cheek first—and slides the ring onto my finger, securing my original wedding band.

“Oh, darlin’, that wasn’t a question.”

Everyone around us laughs, Tamsin included.

“Then why are you on your knees?” I wipe tears of joy from the corners of my eyes.

“Great angle to check out your t-i-t-s,” he retorts.

“Daddy!” Tamsin hoots, holding her little belly. “I know how to spell! I got second place in the spelling bee at school, remember?”

“Why, how could I forget, little TimTam? It was a test, and you passed with flying colors.”