Going Solo: Davis Gen 3.22

If someone had told me a year ago I would be playing the role of a somewhat settled down man I would have told them they were out of their mind. However, that was my current life. We didn't want the girls being shuffled back and forth too much so I racked up the frequent flyer miles. I was in Barnacle Bay most weekends. My relationship with Cora was a work in progress. She expressed concerns about my ability to be happy with one woman for long and it was a valid concern. Blythe was my longest and I guess only 'girlfriend' so I could understand why Cora worried. I wouldn't lie to her and say I was ready for marriage and all that stuff, but I did tell her she was the most important woman in my life, aside from the parental women of course, and we would take it one day at a time. The apartment she had found was small, really small, too small for the three of them so we bought a house.

And by we, I mean me since she still had some loans and things she was paying off from getting her undergrad degree. Work was going well. I was thankful that I didn't actually need to be in the office to do my job most of the time. I could negotiate contracts from anywhere. Since I'd successfully done so for five of our top players, the bosses didn't give me a hard time for not coming into the office daily.

As long as I was there for meetings and such, they were happy. That freedom meant I spent more and more time in Barnacle Bay, which was a good thing. It put Cora at ease to know I was there with her and I liked being with all my girls. Mom still gave me a hard time about needing to make an honest woman out of Cora. She and Sha visited often and would spoil the girls rotten while they were here. When Mom wasn't fussing at me about marrying Cora, she was dropping hints about wanting more grankids. I swear that woman was never happy. She wanted one grandchild, I gave her two and she asks for more. Although at times I thought I needed a son to help balance out all the women in my life. Dad would just laugh when I'd say that.

This life I was living was not the one I'd planned for myself, but the years with Cora and our daughters had been the best of my life. Mom and Sha were in town for the girls upcoming birthday. While they were out at the movies, I took Cora out for dinner.

She'd been mentioning wanting to go to the 'new' Old Mill restaurant that hat opened recently. The mood was romantic, the food was great and she enjoyed herself greatly. As we got ready to leave, I decided it was time to give her the final piece she'd been waiting years for. The moment I got down on one knee she started crying.

"Cora, I know you probably thought this moment would never happen, and I admit I wasn't sure either. You have made me into the biggest liar. I said I would never have kids, you gave me two. I said no woman would ever mean more to me than a casual fling, yet you do. And I said that I would never, ever want to get married, but I am hoping you will prove me wrong again. Cora Marie Sidwell will you again make a liar out of me and do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

 People at the surrounding tables were watching, Cora stood speechless and I started to worry she was about to say no when she started jumping around crying more and squeaking out a yes.

Applause rang out, the waiter brought champagne and I texted Mom to let her know she needed to keep the girls tonight because my fiancee and I needed the house to ourselves. Her reply: it's about time.