Page 148 of Love Unscripted
He exhaled.
“After Scarlette died I had built a routine. A life that felt safe. Predictable. And I didn’t want anyone upsetting that.”
A small laugh escaped him.
“But you did.”
His voice softened.
“I fell hard and fast for you. Not because you’re perfect. But because you’re lovely. A kind, loving, caring woman. Flesh and blood. A flawed human being trying to live a life dependent on God’s grace.”
His voice grew steadier.
“In the short time we’ve known each other I’ve seen remarkable growth in you. Real maturity. Real repentance.”
A pause.
“I’m sorry you made the choices you did. But you repented. Your Savior forgave you.”
His voice deepened.
“And who am I to count your sins against you when Christ has thrown them into the deepest sea?”
Camille’s breath caught.
“I love you, Camille.”
Her hand flew to her mouth.
“There’s nothing for me to forgive. You’re already forgiven.”
Tears streamed down her face.
“I haven’t revealed all my deepest secrets to you either,” he continued gently. “And over time, as we build a life together, we’ll probably both share more and more of ourselves.”
His voice warmed.
“But nothing you told me tonight diminishes my love for you. Or my intention to make you my wife.”
He paused.
“You’ll still have me… right?”
Her tears came harder now.
“Of course, Aaron,” she whispered. “Of course.”
“Good.”
“Oh, Aaron.”
“Oh, Camille. I wish I could come see you right now. I wish I could hold you. But I can’t leave Madison alone.” He chuckled softly. “And that’s probably a good thing.”
She laughed shakily through her tears. “Yes… heaven’s way of protecting us from ourselves.”
Chapter 23
The late morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Camille’s living room, washing everything in a soft gold glow.
