#Chapter83
Epilogue-
Sasha rolled her eyes /"you mean your proposal./"
/"They don't know that/" he grinned /"he asked if I gave you a hand though./"
/"And what did you say?/" She questioned as she filled his plate with spaghetti and beacon.
/"No of course. Told him you wrote every word yourself./"
/"That's a lie and you know that./"
/"No it's not. What's mine is yours. I wrote the proposal so technically, you wrote it/" he winked /"it's like that since you became my wife/" he picked up his cutlery and forked spaghetti into his mouth /"mm. Delicious./"
Sasha chuckled /"I'm glad you like it./"
/"I love anything you make/" he said in a mouthful and she chuckled again.
Sasha couldn't eat her food, her mind kept wondering what his reaction will be when she tells her news.
/"You okay? You are not eating much/" Michael asked worriedly.
/"I'm fine, I just have something to tell you./"
/"What's that?/"
