Page 137 of Mr. Charming

He picks up his head and rests his chin on my stomach, those baby blues glittering with unshed tears. “Are you kidding? I couldn’t ask for anything better.”

“Good.” I kiss his forehead.

“You thought I knew this and that’s why I was proposing to you?”

I shrug. “Not the entire reason, but…”

He reaches between us, and I back up to allow him to pick up the ring box. “No reason to replay the scene.” He pats his lap, and I sit.

“It was really cute. I loved it.”

He shakes his head. “I had a whole speech about the first time I saw you, but honestly, I’m so thankful that you made that fuck-it bucket list because had you not, we might not be right here, together. So, please marry me because I really want to sit by your side when you tell our grandkids how you met their grandpa.”

“Tweetie!” I smack his shoulder, and he laughs, popping open the box.

“You still have to answer.”

“Yes!”

He chuckles. A beautiful cushion-cut diamond on a silver band sits in the middle of the black velvet box. “I was going to have my number engraved, but…”

I hold out my left ring finger, and he takes it out of the box. “I wouldn’t have minded.”

I hold up my hand and admire the way the ring sparkles under the lights.

“One last question,” he says.

“What?”

“What do you think of Chicago?”

I turn to him and tilt my head.

“Turns out Bud Caldron got fired and they still want your boy.”

“Really!”

He nods, and I squeal, tackling him to the bed. My lips fall to his, and I kiss the only man I’ve ever loved.

“Whoa, the baby.” He slides me off him.

Oh boy. It’s going to be a long nine months.

But I’d have it no other way.

Epilogue

Tweetie

I wait for Tedi to get on the bus first.

“You can just sit,” I tell her, and she glares at me over her shoulder.

I’ve been getting plenty of glares and huffs and overall annoyance from her, but she’s carrying our baby. What does she expect?

“I’m not going to sit.” She runs her hands over her small swollen belly. She’s just started showing. “I’m going to celebrate along with Chicago.”

We get to the top of the bus with all of our closest friends.

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