She and Wyatt were sitting on the porch of the cabin where they’d first made love three months ago. He’d had a porch swing installed and they were casually swinging on it as they talked. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked as he took squeezed her hand. “You know I love you just the way you are.” “You are incredible. You accept everything about me for who I am.” She smiled. “Do you know how much more of a woman it makes me feel that you accept me as I am? But yes, I want to have the reconstructive surgery done. I just can’t afford it after all of the insurance bills. One of these days I will do it.” He picked up the rucksack he’d brought that was sitting close to his side of the swing. She wondered what he’d chosen for lunch. When he opened the sack he reached in and pulled out a flat square box about four inches by four inches, and it had a pink bow. He handed it to her and she looked at him in surprise.
