Page 157 of The Valiant Knight
“Heather,” he said. “It’s early for it yet, but some years we get it right after the thaw. It’s appropriate since it’s your middle name. I think it was meant to be.”
She ran her fingers across his abs.
“Do you regret moving quickly with me?” she asked, genuinely curious.
He shook his head.
“Not in the least. I did it the other way with my ex, and we all know how that worked out. A longer courtship doesn’t always mean it’s better. I’m happier now with you than I’ve ever been in my life.”
She was glad.
Now, since they were talking, he was curious.
“When are you going to tell me more about your ex-husband?”
She shrugged.
“What do you want to know?”
“Is he dead in a ditch somewhere for putting his hands on you? Because I can make that happen if I ever see him or he comes near you.”
That amused her.
“No, he works for a thinktank out West. I think he’s engaged to a blonde who looks like Barbie. Remember, I was too fat for him.”
He lifted a brow.
“Stop saying that, Gabriella. You’re anything but fat. You’re curvy, and I had to fight for my fucking life not to cum the second I was in you. Trust me. A man that’s checking out your weight while having sex isn’t a real man. Most of us are thinking about a woman’s tits.”
She snorted.
Well, that was reassuring.
“Thank you for that.”
He nuzzled her.
“I love you. I don’t know how, but I know that you’re meant to be mine. I’m going to say this, and don’t hit me forbeing forward, but it’s the truth, and I promise to always give you that.”
She waited.
“I hope you’re carrying my child. Then, when I tell you we have to get married, you won’t say no.”
She clued him in.
“I wouldn’t marry a man because I’m with child, Finn,” she said.
The second she said that, he looked upset. It was clear that rattled him to his core.
“Oh.”
She stopped him.
“I’d marry him if I loved him, and if he asked. One is necessity. The other is a circumstance. I can raise a child alone. I just don’t want you to be upset if I’m horrible as a partner.”
He knew why she’d say that.
Her.
