Page 104 of The Arrogant's Redemption

"Lazarus . . ."

He kisses my forehead and steps away. "Don’t move."

"Why not?"

"Just obey, woman."

He walks into the closet and comes back holding a small box.

"What are you . . ."

I don’t even finish the question because he kneels down in front of me.

"I was an idiot in the past, Alexis. I should’ve put a ring on your finger the moment I made you mine—because I knew my feelings wouldn’t change. I’m never making that mistake again. I want you. I want Sedric, and many more kids. I want your colors and your quirks. Your doubts and your fears. Your love."

Tears stream down my face as I extend my hand and nod. LJ wastes no time slipping the ring onto my finger like he’s afraid I might change my mind.

Then he stands and kisses me—deep, possessive, and full of meaning that no words could ever capture.

"You waited to propose until after I was cleared? Today’s the exact day the doctor liftedallrestrictions," I say, blushing furiously. "Were you afraid my heart couldn’t take it?"

"No. I was going to do it later—deep inside your pussy. But let’s face it, babe—nothing ever goes according to plan with us."

The bedroom door, which had been left slightly ajar, opens all the way. Sedric appears in the nanny’s arms, absolutely adorable and dressed just like his father—black pants, loafers, and a pink dress shirt.

"Sorry to interrupt—he’s a little fussy and wouldn’t stop calling for ‘Mama,’" the nanny says awkwardly.

"No problem. You can put him down. We’re about to head out anyway," I reply.

She sets our little boy on the rug, and after giving me a quick kiss, LJ kneels down.

Sedric drops to his hands and knees and starts crawling, but my fiancé says, "On your feet, son. No more laziness. Come to Daddy."

He sits back on his bottom and looks from LJ to me, as if weighing the suggestion. Then he places one tiny hand on the wall . . . then the other. With some effort, he pulls himself up.

I start to step forward, but LJ says, "Wait. Let’s see what he does."

"But he might fall."

"There’s a fluffy rug beneath him, Alexis. Besides, I can reach him before he gets hurt. Come on, Sedric. Come to Daddy."

He wobbles, still holding on to the wall—then lets go.

I hold my breath, watching. And then, our son turns fully toward LJ and takes his first step. I cover my mouth so I don’t startle him with my excitement and watch, eyes brimming, as he walks—unaided—straight into his father’s arms.

"I knew you could do it, son."

"Chon!" he chirps, copying LJ.

"That’s right. You’re myson—and I’m your daddy."

"Papa! Papa! Papa!"

LJ turns to me with the biggest smile I’ve ever seen—like he’s just been named King of the World. "Did you hear that?"

"I did. Hold on a sec." I run to grab my phone and kneel beside them. "Sedric, say daddy," I prompt, hitting record.

"Mama! Mama! Mama!"

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