Page 109 of Static

He chuckled. "Thanks." The smile slipped off his face, replaced with a sober look. "Gwen. I love you. But even more, I love those kids. I'd do anything for them. For you."

I was dying inside. It was like all my dreams were coming true. This gorgeous man wanted not just me, but my children in his life. So much so, that he was going to marry me.

"In fact, before I do this, I want to show you something."

I frowned as he shifted and dug around in the nightstand again. I really needed to start looking in that thing. What else was he hiding in there?

He handed me papers, with a hopeful look on his face.

Glancing down, I scanned the documents. My jaw dropped. "Are you serious?" They were adoption papers. Tears sprang to my eyes. "We've only been dating for like three weeks," I whispered. Not that I was trying to talk him out of this. I wasn't. "I need to make sure you're sure," I told him. "I can't tell them about this and have you change your mind."

"Nothing," he said, eyes flashing, "will change my mind. About them, or you." He held up the box again. "I want you with me for the rest of our lives. I want to grow old together. To watch every sunrise, or sunset, from today until our last day. Together." He reached out and with gentle fingers cupped my chin. "If you agree to be my wife, I'll spend every day making you happy. And in return you'll fill my life with so much love and meaning, I'll never need another damn thing. I'll survive on you."

I didn't bother to hold back the tears. They ran down my cheeks, wetting his fingers as he proposed to me.

"There's only one condition."

My brows shot up. "What...condition?"

"I want more kids with you."

My smile was slow and bright. "I can agree to that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Gwen?"

I nodded, though it was hard with him holding me.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes!"

I tossed myself into his arms, knocking the box with the ring out of his hands. Peppering his face with kisses, I chanted, "Yes, yes, yes!"

He laughed. "You made me drop your ring, woman."

Straddling him, I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. I didn't care about the ring. Well, I did. Because he picked it out for me. It was beautiful, and I'd have to be careful not to swim with it on because it would drag me straight to the bottom. But I loved it because I loved him and he chose it for me. "The kids are sleeping," I whispered.

One blond brow arched upward as the corner of his mouth kicked up. "They are."

"And we have a whole hour before we have to wake them up for the day." There was no way I was lasting that long. I needed him. Needed to feel him inside me. My core throbbed with desire.

His grin grew. "We do."

"What should we do with that time?"

His hand slid over my hip and cupped my ass. "I'm sure we can think of something."

Laughing, I pulled the T-shirt I'd been sleeping in over my head and tossed it onto the floor.

Static rolled, pinning me beneath him. His hands cupped my breasts, rolling my nipples between his strong fingers. I arched upward at the pleasure his touch elicited.

I grinned up at him. "Make love to me, Husband." We weren't married yet, but may as well be. I wanted to test out his new title. It felt right.

"Anything for my wife." He leaned his head down, his tongue pushing into my mouth as soon as our lips met.

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