Page 105 of Billionaire Unforgettable: Tanner

“I’ll still make sure it’s something special,” I promised her.

“Knowing you, I’m sure you will,” Hannah said teasingly. “I’d really prefer not to be hugely pregnant at that wedding. I just want to be your wife.”

“I’ll make it happen so fast your head will spin,” I warned her. “We’ve waited forever for this, Hannah. I’m fucking tired of waiting. I need you to be mine.”

“Are you going to ask me again,” she said sleepily.

“I’m going to ask you for the first time,” I said as I sat us both up in bed, took her hands, and looked her directly in the eyes. “Will you marry me, Hannah? I’ll never be perfect, but I’ll try to make you happy every single day for as long as I live.”

Tears streaming down her beautiful face, she nodded. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Tanner Remington.”

“I should have a ring,” I grumbled. “But I don’t want to pick it out without you approving the design. If I’m not giving you the wedding of your dreams, I’m sure as hell giving you the engagement ring of your dreams. I’ll have a designer over at the house tomorrow.”

“Just like that?” she said with a huge yawn.

I snapped my fingers. “Just like that. There are some advantages to marrying a man who is obscenely wealthy.”

I gently pulled her back down to lay on the bed with me.

She needed sleep.

I was going to have to start reading up on pregnancy and what her needs would be, but it was obvious that she was exhausted.

She put her head on my shoulder and stroked her palm over my chest lovingly.

“There are a lot more advantages to marrying you than just your money,” she told me. “I happen to be in love with you, not your money.”

Fuck!I loved hearing those words.

“My body?” I teased hopefully.

She slapped me on the shoulder playfully. “Yes. But mostly your heart. You’re an amazing man with a very big heart.”

I reached up to turn off the light. “Don’t tell anyone that you think that,” I joked. “I like people to think I’m an asshole.”

“I know better,” she said sleepily.

“Sleep, Hannah,” I said as I stroked a hand over her hair, feeling even more protective than usual because she was pregnant with my child. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

Right now, the only thing I wanted was to sleep next to the woman who had just turned my world upside down in the best of ways.

Hannah

“What in the hell are you doing, woman?” Tanner growled a week later as he came through the door from work.

In the last week, he’d gotten me moved entirely into his home.

When I’d gotten home from work today, I’d decided to hang some of his paintings, my favorites that he’d saved and never given away.

He’d given them to me, along with everything he’d saved that I’d left when we’d broken up, including every gift he’d ever given me, and my old engagement ring.

I’d put most of that stuff away in a safe place because it was part of our history, and Tanner had insisted that I was not wearing my old engagement ring that had bad memories attached to it.

I’d agreed with him completely.

However, there was plenty of space in this home for more artwork, and I loved looking at Tanner’s paintings.

“Hanging a picture,” I informed him as I shot him a welcoming smile.

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