We were both a part of the same bridal party. He was the Best Man and a cousin of the groom and I was the maid of honor and cousin of the bride. Between rehearsals and the ceremony, we would converse often and eventually exchange numbers. We didn't think much of it because we lived oceans apart, but hey with frequent trips to Jamaica and enjoying each other's company, here we are doing anything for love.
We decided to spend my birthday together in Jamaica, which was a great idea at that considering that time of year. On my actual birthday in the early afternoon, we went for a ride on the coastline, the scenery was amazing. A few minutes into the ride we were pulled over by the police, guns were drawn and we had to exit the vehicle with our hands in the air, I was terrified. Nigel was padded down and searched, although they didn’t find anything he was aggressively ordered to get on the ground. With my hands still held in the air, I nervously tried to convince one of the officers that we are not the bad guys. In the midst of following orders and getting on the ground, to my surprise, Nigel stopped at one knee, pulled out a ring, and asked me to marry him. The first thought that came to my mind was, 'I hope he isn't trying to marry me before going to jail because This wouldn’t the best time.' By their facial expressions I then realized that everyone was in on it. It took a few seconds to get my blood pressure back down, but it was a big YESSSSSS!