Flashback Scene from Sam’s POV No. 8 – Chap. 9

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The flashback scenes in ’Til Death Do Us Part chronicle the time from when Henry and Sam first began their courtship through to the night before Henry leaves on his ill-fated flight. To catch up with the flashback scenes previously posted, click this link to the the category archives: https://authoraddisonalbright.com/category/til-death-do-us-part/flashback-scenes-from-sams-pov/.

This series of blog posts was motivated by a comment from one of the book’s reviewers, Bethany at Rainbow Gold Reviews, who made the comment that she wished the flashback scenes had been from Sam’s POV instead of from Henry’s.

This week’s scene is from the 8th flashback in the book, found at the beginning of Chapter 9:

“How do I love thee, let me count the ways.” The words weren’t lyrics, but Henry sang the words with a little made-up tune.

Sam snorted, and couldn’t resist a smile. He turned up his head to give Henry a peck. “Is that your way of saying dinner’s ready?”

“Yeah, your mom says to get your butt inside.”

Sam hoisted himself up from the patio chair and took Henry’s hand in his. “Anything to get you to stop singing.” Which wasn’t true, of course. Henry couldn’t carry a tune to save his life, but Sam loved how Henry cheerfully busted out into song whenever the whim took him. He cupped Henry’s cheek to make sure Henry knew he was jesting. “And I love you, too, goofball.”

“We should get married already.”

Sam stared. “Was that…a proposal?”

Not that Sam was any kind of a hopeless romantic, but still, that was not like anything he’d ever imaged. Of course he wanted to marry Henry. He’d been working up the courage to do the asking himself, but was Henry being serious, or was he joking around?

Henry’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and bit his lip. “Do you want it to be?”

What the fuck? Did he want it to be? What did Henry mean by that?

Although really, it was kind of quintessential Henry. The man’s mouth tended to get ahead of his brain, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t sincere. It meant that he’d spoken before having a chance to plan how he’d say something, but not before spending time thinking about the subject. When Henry blurted something out, it generally meant he’d had the topic on his mind and had spent a lot of time mulling it over.

“You’re the one that said it. Do you want it to be?” Sam needed to be sure. He didn’t want to trap Henry.

“I guess that was pretty shitty as proposals go, but it’s my first.” Henry paused and took a deep breath. “Yes, I would like it to be. Sam, will you do me the honor of being my husband?”

Sam stared into Henry’s eyes. Sure it had been a “shitty” proposal, but that last bit had been heartfelt, Sam was sure of it. Henry’s forehead glistened, and the worry evident in his eyes reinforced Sam’s feeling.

“Yes,” Sam whispered.