Page 98 of Sensual Abduction

She squealed. “I hear wedding bells! You have to let me come up with the design for your wedding. Keep in mind, I’m no wedding planner, but I have an eye for detail. My husband can attest to that… well, if he’s not being my biggest hater.”

We shared a laugh.

I felt a tug on my dress and looked down to see Makari. My baby looked so adorable in her little blue dress. I wasn’t sure when Ahmad bought it, but it was a perfect fit for her.

“Yes, ma’am?” I said, scooping her up.

“Mommy, you never gave me my answer.”

I slapped my forehead. Kids remembered everything except what you wanted them to forget.

“What was the question, Kari?” Pure asked.

She grinned. “If we can move in with Papa Ahmad.”

Pure gasped. “Wait! He asked you two to move in?”

“He did. I’m a little nervous, but I’ve thought about it.”

“Well?” Kari asked impatiently.

I laughed. “You really want to move in?”

She nodded profusely. “Yes! I love my playroom and Papa Ahmad said we could decorate my bedroom any way I want.”

Pure laughed. “Sounds like baby girl is moving in even if you don’t.”

“Mommy has to come, Ms. Pure. We can’t be a family without her.”

“She’s got you there, babe.”

I shook my head and kissed my baby on the cheek before placing her on her feet. Looking around at the impromptu party, I smiled. This was everything I could want. Not the house, but I loved the house, too. I meant the vibe; having my family, Ahmad’s family, and our friends come together just to have a good time.

There was no drama.

No ill feelings lingering.

No bullshit. We came together like family, and it felt so damn good. I knew if I wanted more moments like this, Ahmad would make it happen. Maybe moving in wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I mean, the man had practically proposed marriage and we were damn near cohabitating anyway. Might as well make it official.

Presently

I blinked as I looked down at the beautiful ring in Ahmad’s hand as he presented it on bended knee. I was so amazed by the fact that he could sing that I didn’t even pay attention to the song of choice. It didn’t resonate with me until he walked over, grabbed my hand, and dropped to one knee.

“Did— did you just ask me to marry you?” I whispered.

“I did. I know we aren’t perfect. I know that I’m probably the last person you should be with, but I love you, Bunny. I never pictured this as my life and now I can’t picture life any other way. You and Makari complete me as a man. I’ve learned to be a better man because of both of you. I just want to spend the rest of my life thanking you for that. I don’t think I can do that any other way than by asking you to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

I looked over at my baby, who was smiling brightly. Then my eyes landed on my parents. My mother had tears in her eyes and my father simply smiled and nodded.

“For the record,” Ahmad said, breaking my stare. “I squared this away with your old man. He and I are good.”

That made me cry. I knew how my father felt about Ahmad and his hesitancy about our relationship. For him to give his blessing was a huge deal.

“What do you say, baby?” Ahmad asked.

“You—you really want to marry me?”

“You see me down here, don’t you?”

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