Page 91 of David's Proposal

I push it open, and the nanny smiles at me before heading to the exit.

“I’ll be right back,” she says quietly. “You can sit over there.”

She points to the chair in the corner next to the crib.

I nod and tiptoe to my seat while she walks out.

A few more seconds, and I sit in my chair and look around the room.

They sleep soundly. So beautiful and peaceful.

The entire room is a sanctuary, the energy calming and soothing. It’s impossible not to have good thoughts or to feel at peace in this place.

A smile creeps to my lips at the thought that one day, the twins will learn about these memorable moments.

They’ll hear the story from Thea, Ed, or even me.

I will tell them about tonight––how cute they were and unaware that their loving parents were celebrating their sacred union with their friends.

I wish Chloe was here too and saw all this and learned something from it.

I’m getting worried about her being so restless and without direction. It’s not like her to be like that.

On the other hand, if there’s anyone equipped to deal with crap is her.

I lean back and move my eyes to the backyard.

Garlands of flowers adorn the tent, while curtains of lights dangle from the trees.

It doesn't take long, and quiet steps approach the door.

Before heading there, I look at the twins to ensure they’re still asleep.

I don’t want to wake them. I want to walk out and let the nanny in without making any noise.

My hand is on the doorknob when I feel a light push from the other side.

“Just a second,” I say silently, pulling the door open when the silhouette of a man having his back turned to me fills my view.

Startled, I open my mouth.

“David??” I whisper, recognizing him. “What are you doing here?”

He pivots to me.

“Looking for you,” he says.

“Were you surveilling the corridor?”

He cracks a smile.

“Yes, I was.”

A moment of silence sidles up to us.

A dark gray suit, black shoes and a light purple shirt highlight his athletic build.

“How did you know I was here?”

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