Chapter 8 - The Blessing
A year after the day I returned from Saudi Arabia, our home was filled with the rich aroma of roasting vanilla, roasted turkey, and fresh flowers.
It was my mother’s seventy-ninth birthday.
Friends, neighbors, and Marcus Vance had gathered in our newly renovated backyard garden to celebrate. Mom sat at the head of the long outdoor dining table, looking radiant, healthy, and happy, her eyes shining as she watched children playing on the lawn.
Before dinner was served, Mom tapped her silver spoon against her water glass, bringing the party to a quiet hush.
"I want to say a few words," Mom said, her voice clear and strong, holding onto her chair as she stood up on her own two feet for a brief moment before settling back down.
"A year ago, I thought my life was over," Mom said, looking around the table, her eyes resting first on me, then on Jade. "I was trapped in darkness, afraid in my own home. But God sent me an angel in the form of a brave young woman who placed herself between me and cruelty."
Jade looked down, her cheeks turning bright red, but Mom reached over and took her hand.
"Jade didn't just save my body, she saved my son’s heart," Mom continued, tears of happiness welling in her eyes. "And Ryder... you were smart enough to recognize a true treasure when you saw one."
Mom reached into her pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. She slid it across the table into my hand.
I opened the box. Inside sat my mother’s original engagement ring—the platinum band set with a brilliant round diamond that my father had given her fifty years ago. It was the one piece of jewelry Jade had managed to hide from Allison inside the blue sewing box.
"Take it, son," Mom whispered, smiling through her tears. "Put it where it truly belongs."
My heart pounded with joy. I stood up from my chair, walked around the table, and stopped beside Jade.
Jade looked up at me, her dark eyes wide with wonder, her hands trembling slightly.
I dropped down onto one knee on the soft grass beside her chair.
"Jade Ramirez," I said, holding her gaze, my voice steady and full of deep, unshakable love. "You entered my home as a worker, but you became our savior, my mother's protector, and the love of my life. You showed me what genuine courage, grace, and devotion look like."
I lifted the ring from the velvet box.
"Will you do me the absolute honor of becoming my wife?"
The garden went completely silent as everyone waited for her answer.
Jade covered her mouth with both hands, tears pouring freely down her smiling cheeks. She nodded frantically, her voice choking with joy.
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"Yes! Yes, Ryder! A thousand times yes!"
I slid the vintage ring onto her finger—a perfect fit—and pulled her into my arms. The backyard erupted into deafening cheers, applause, and toasts, led by my mother, who was clapping so hard her eyes overflowed with happy tears.
