Page 29 of Eliza's Cursed Dragon

He pulled me against his chest, “God, you’re so easy to please. I don’t know what I have done to deserve you in my life, but I’m grateful for it. Every second of it.”

The inside of my belly fluttered as if it was coming to life. I felt the exact same way about him and I wished with all my heart I could tell him. Instead, I had to content myself with leaning forward and kissing him, hoping my lips and tongue would say what I couldn’t.

“Ah princess, you make me feel so alive,” he moaned, his hands stroking me on my thighs, moving up my back and down again.

I had one thing I could give him though. Something I had been wanting to share with him, but hadn’t been sure how he would feel about. The moment seemed perfect though.

Unsure and slightly trembling, I took one of his hands and placed it on my stomach, then I cradled my arms as if rocking a baby and waited for his response with my heart beating furiously.

His expression changed from curious, to puzzled, to astonishment. “Are you saying what I think you are?”

I bit on my lower lip and nodded, watching him carefully and praying I hadn’t made a mistake and he would kick us out now.

I should have known better though, because his features turned utterly ecstatic. “You’re having my baby?”

I tilted my head indulgently and pointed from him to me.

He grinned from ear to ear. “Sorry, our baby.”

He crushed me against his chest, “Oh my princess, you’re making me so happy.”

I loved when he called me his princess.

My arms linked around his neck and we kissed again, deep and affectionately.

“Hold on”—he fumbled toward his back pockets—“I’ve been wanting to do this, but I’ve been waiting for the right moment… Hold on…” He produced a small black velvet box and my heart thumped hard in my chest.

“I should have done this before we… we… you know… had sex the first time.” His free hand moved behind his neck, rubbed it the way I had come to know when he was insecure about something.

“I don’t really know who you are, I don’t even know your name”—he grinned sheepishly—“but for some reason, you remind me of this beautiful fairy princess, this… lady. A lady who should have been married before… before we… uhm…”

I took pity on him and gently lifted the box from his hand, held it against my chest, and smiled brightly at him. So many words lay on the tip of my tongue, You’re right. I am a princess. No, it doesn’t matter. I love you. I’m happy either way. But no words came out. Instead, I kissed him again.

“Alright, look at it,” he said when we pulled apart a little while later.

Carefully I opened the black box. My heart skipped another beat. Inside lay the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. White gold or platinum wire, so thin it should have been impossible to work with, created several dainty leaves resembling nettles—he must have thought them dear to me since I collected them, proving again what a thoughtful man he was.

The nettles flowed together as if holding up a very large, exquisitely cut diamond in the center. I barely dared to touch it, it looked so delicate

“It reminded me of you, so fragile looking, and yet so strong and unbreakable,” Edward breathed, taking the ring from the box. “The jeweler was a bit astounded when I asked him to make the leaves look like nettles, but…” He shrugged and my chest warmed for this incredible man.

The ring looked even more fragile in his fingers, but when he took my hand and pushed the ring onto my finger, it felt sturdier than it appeared.

“Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he asked, holding the ring midway.

Excitedly, I bobbed my head up and down, feeling giddy all over.

Edward

Proposing turned out to be the easy part. Who would have thought that it’s nearly impossible to marry someone if you don’t know their name?

Red flags popped up everywhere, most of all from my father—the same who had pressured me to continue our family tree.

“I need to meet her first,” he asserted.

“That’s the plan, but I want you to know right away that no matter what you say, I will marry her.”

“You don’t even know her fucking name,” he yelled through the phone.

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