Page 124 of The Attraction File

He nodded. “Right. It was lucky Dr. Louis was on vacation. Ringing in the New Year in the Big Apple.”

Edgar slid his eyes sideways toward me. “Yeah, so lucky.”

Dr. Marks was a bit crass and silly, but I’m happy my daughter is healthy and safe in my arms. That was all that was important to me. When Edgar found out our doctor was on vacation he was upset but accepted it. Until he discovered his old friend, Dr. Kingston Marks, was the one helping in the birth.

I had to spend the first few hours of my labor calming him down.

Time seemed to fly by holding our daughter and before I knew it, all the nurses and the doctor had left, leaving us alone as one family.

“So, the first most important question of the day, what’s her name?” Edgar asked as I handed her off to him for some father-daughter bonding.

We came up with a plan. If it was a boy, he got to name the baby. If it was a girl, I got to name her.

“Lucille Amelia Mimir. Lucy for my mom and Amelia for your mom.”

“I love it. Our little lamb,” he cooed to her as he swayed her gently in his arms.

“I don’t like nicknames, Edgar.”

“Then don’t give our daughter a name with that acronym.”

I reared my head back. “Oh, I didn’t realize that when I thought it up.”

She was so sweet and her baby skin so soft.

“Maybe I can make an acceptation for her.”

“So how about it, Evaleen? I have the baby, I bought the sedan you specifically picked out for safety, and I already had the home. What do you say now?”

Of course, he would ask me this when my hormones are going crazy and I haven’t slept in twenty hours. It was about time I gave him a definitive answer. He has been wonderful to me and supportive.

Jacob wanted me to come back to Mimir after the incident with Damien this past summer. Even after I told him that some of the things in the Attraction file were from me and not just planted by Damien’s mole.

I admitted to Morgana and Payne’s stuff as real and a few of the background things I had on some workers. At the time I got that information I thought I was being protective of the company. Now I realize I was being paranoid and overstepping my bounds. I gave him my resignation and put all my efforts into writing.

As much as I miss Mimir, I think I’m happier now making my own decisions and doing what I loved, writing. Plus, I get to spend as much time as I want with my little Lucy since I am in charge of my own schedule.

“Fine.”

Edgar glared at me. “That’s your answer? You act like I’m asking you to take out the trash. Instead of asking you for the fifth time to marry me.”

“You blindsided me. The first time you made this big romantic gesture with dinner and flowers. The second you were naked and covered in rose petals with the ring box covering your penis. What was the third one again?”

“I hired that guy to dress as a bear to sing for you. I didn’t expect you to chase him down the street with a knife.”

“I opened the door to a bear. Who wouldn’t be freaked out from that? He actually growled at me.”

“It’s the costume they had available. The fourth one was good though.” Edgar spoke in baby talk to little Lucy.

“Yeah, you bought the car and I thought that was my Christmas gift, but then when I opened the glove compartment I found the ring. It was snowing and I was so big that I wasn’t even cold. You knelt in the snow and asked me to marry you. I did like that one.”

His lips thinned. “Then why did you say you would think about it?”

Because everything was so good. Because I was happy and at peace for the first time in my life. Because I was afraid if I said yes it would all crumble apart.

“Because I was an idiot. Yes, Edgar Mimir, I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. Because I love that little Lucy is half you, but half of you just isn’t enough. I also need all of you, always.”

Edgar put little Lucy down in the bassinet before coming over to me. He leaned down to kiss me. It was sweet and loving and exactly what I needed.

“You’re tired now, aren’t you?”

“I just poured my heart out saying I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, and you tell me I’m tired?”

“I love you, Evaleen, but you get mushy when you’re tired. Sleep. You had a big day giving us this beautiful baby. And when you wake up, we will still be here and I will only love you more.”

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