Page 125 of The Show

Epilogue

Six months later.

“Can we elope?”

I kissed Lowe’s nose, moving away only a fraction, but enough that the bubbles sitting on top of the steaming, scented water floated back into place.

“Babe, I’d love nothing more than to elope with you, but no can do, I’m afraid. Your mom will murder me in my bed if I deny her the chance to throw the wedding of the century. You know it’s going to be the biggest wedding in history, right? As it is, it’s going to take us a year to grow all the flowers she’ll want.”

Lowe leaned her head back on the side of the tub with a thud and a cry; though I wasn’t sure whether that was because it had hurt, or she knew what she letting herself in for.

“You still wanna marry me?”

“Yes, more than anything.” She sat back up, her eyes twinkling with pained laughter and the remnants of the tears she’d shed when I’d proposed thirty minutes ago. “Promise you’ll never leave me, even when my mom starts putting in seven a.m. meetings to discuss center pieces and color schemes with the wedding planner?”

“I promise. I’m never ever going to leave you. I’ve waited my whole life for you.” I repeated the words which had become our own little private joke.

Her laughter softened, and she leaned in until our lips were touching. As with every time I kissed her, I was powerless to resist, always desperate for more, but this time, after a quick swipe of my tongue against hers, I pulled back with a groan.

I brushed a damp curl of hair away from her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Lowe, babe, we don’t have time for this. We can’t be late. Not today.”

“Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Baseball, and then me?” She rolled her eyes, but her lip quivered with a smirk. “I thought as the alarm went off before the sun had risen, we might have a leisurely morning.”

I picked her hand up, her left one, and kissed the ten-carat emerald I’d just slipped onto her fourth finger. It had once belonged to my mom. My dad had given it to her on their fifteenth anniversary, and the next day, I’d told him that one day I was going to give Lowe a ring just like it.

After Lowe and I officially became a couple, we’d tried to take things slowly.I’dtried. I wanted to give her all the time she needed, to give us the time to get to know each other properly.

But it didn’t quite work out like that, because two months later, Lowe moved in with me. That evening, I’d called my mom to ask if I could have the ring.

“See this? This means you come before anything else for me,” I grinned. “But we do have to get out, get dressed, and over to the stadium.”

Her head tilted and she squinted at me through one eye. “Why? What’s happening again?”

“Don’t even fucking joke about that, or you’d better believe I’ll take you over my knee,” I growled.

She bit down on her bottom lip. “Promise? Maybe remind me just in case.”

I stood up, the water sloshing everywhere from the speed I did so and extinguishing most of the candles I’d carefully lit around the bath before I’d brought her in here. “Today, my love, is Opening Day at Lions Stadium, and we’re playing The Yankees. Not only that, we are going to beat The Yankees. We’re going to fucking cream them! Today is going to go down as the best day of my life. So I’m begging you, if you can do me this one indulgence and get dressed, when we get home I will make sure that you can’t walk straight for a week.”

She joined me in standing and I granted myself a long, leisurely scan over her naked body, slightly pink from the hot water.

“Okay, slugger. We’d better get a move on then.” She smacked her lips to mine then stepped out of the tub, trailing suds along the floor to rinse them off under the shower.

My dick twitched, and I suddenly forgot why we were in such a rush.

Oh yes. Baseball.

Even without a third helping of morning sex, and all the time I’d planned for us to get to the stadium, we still only just made it on time. This was mostly down to the fact that Lowe had called her parents to tell them the happy news, and her mom cried so much she was still on the phone when our car arrived.

We only managed to get her to hang up because we’d subsequently reached the gates and would be seeing her in an hour anyway. I left Lowe’s dad fending her off on why she hadn’t known about it already, but that was his argument to have. Mine was very clearly that she’d never have been able to keep it to herself, and I didn’t want her getting a head start on planning anything without Lowe involved, something he’d heartily agreed with when I’d asked for his permission.

My grandfather was waiting at the entrance as our car pulled up.

“Morning, my boy,” he said, his arms open wide, though they were for Lowe, not me. He grasped her in a warm hug and kissed her cheek.

“Hi, Gramps.”

His face suddenly lit up, and he took hold of Lowe’s hand. “What’s this?”

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