Page 114 of Undeniable Temptation

She leaned in and whispered the news softly in his ear.

He pulled back in an instant, his hands cupping her face, his gaze scrutinizing. “Shut the front door.”

“Shh.” She grinned. “It’s too early to let anyone know.”

“But…” His mouth worked around silent words. “Julie said…”

“I don’t care what Julie said. She was wrong. And from the doctor’s estimation, I probably fell pregnant the first time we were together.”

“I told you that condom was old… But I still don’t believe it.”

She chuckled. “My constant tears and inability to cope hasn’t been a blindingly obvious clue?”

The corner of his lips lifted, his love hitting her with the simplest expression. “I thought that was because of me.”

“No.” She placed her mouth to his. “It’s the hormones.”

He nodded and bit his lip, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. Oh, god, if he started tearing up she was destined to sob like a baby.

“Don’t cry, Ryan.” Her vision blurred. “I couldn’t stand to see that right now. I’d break.”

He placed his forehead against hers, continuing to hold her cheeks as he closed his eyes. “I love you, Leah. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

“Then marry me,” he whispered. “I’ll give you a proper proposal soon. I’ll send flowers and have a ring…” His palms trailed down her arms to eventually cradle her hands as he lowered to one knee. “Please, Leah. I adore you. You’re everything to me. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

A gasp escaped her lips, the attention of an entire drunken after party turning to face them. “I’d love to marry you.”

He beamed at her, making her stomach flip-flop and her heart clench the longer his undiluted happiness radiated back at her.

“You better get back up here before we cause too much of a scene.” She yanked him to his feet.

“Too late.” Mason approached, a bottle of tequila in his hand. “What the fuck just happened?”

“We’re getting married,” Ryan announced, pulling her in for a kiss that curled her toes and probably those of innumerable people in the vicinity.

She sank against him, tangling her fingers in his hair as she wordlessly reciprocated his love.

“Fucking hell.” Mason sighed and raised his voice to shout, “We’re going to need another bottle of tequila.”

Epilogue

Leah continuedto stare at the marriage officiant as he rambled on about vows and commitment. Why had she needed so many words? Why couldn’t it have been a case of “Do you take him? Do you take her? Congratulations, you’re married. Now go and sit down.”

Her lower back was pounding, her swollen cankles aching, her stomach tight and uncomfortable. She didn’t care who proclaimed otherwise, the last month of pregnancy truly did suck a bag of dicks. She was always tired and horny. Why the hell was she so horny?

She just wanted her baby in her arms, the soft cries of life tickling her ears.

“Ryan Bennett, do you take Leah Gorman to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse—”

The words kept going. On and on, each one adding to her unease.

“I do.”

She closed her eyes at the sound of that voice. Ryan would get her through this. It was only a few more minutes before she could sit and relax. It wasn’t like they had a guest list to entertain. They’d only invited eight people. Nine if you included Blake and Gabi’s daughter.

“Leah?”

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