In The Moonlight
by Jeff Neale
Water lapped against the side of the dock. Clouds drifted across the face of the moon casting light and shadow on the surface of the lake.
Katherine turned at the sound of Brent's footsteps approaching along the wooden planks.
"I thought you might be out here," he said. She gave him a weak smile taking the glass of wine he offered.
"Did you enjoy the picnic? You seemed kind of quiet."
"Brent, we need to talk," she said, softly. "I've been thinking about things since the accident. Today as I watched you playing in the water with your family, I made a decision. I'm giving you an out."
"No hard feelings. No regrets."
"Katherine, you think just because you are not able to . . ."
"Face it, Brent. I'm CRIPPLED! I'm only half a woman in this wheelchair." She threw her glass over the dock railing.
Before she could say another word, he picked her up and jumped into the water.
"Oh my God, Brent!"
"Shhhh! Just hold tight to me." He carefully wrapped her legs around his waist as she clung tightly to his neck. Turning in a slow circle he whispered, "Listen to me, the accident changed nothing. You are the only woman I love, and the only woman I will ever want."
"I love you so much," she said, eyes filling with tears.
"Enough to marry me?"
"More than enough."
Clouds parted, moonlight shining on a kiss that was long, passionate, and full of promises.