Page 41 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
He squeezes my hand. “I bet they all agree that I’d be a softer, gentler tyrant if I had a Thorne Queen by my side. Someone soft and little, who can placate me with a simple touch of her hand. Who isn’t afraid to roll her eyes at me when I’m being fearsome. Who can make me laugh, and challenge me to be better, every day of my life.”
“Oh.” I’m getting choked up. “That’s all very nice.”
“You’re very nice. And I hate that you’ve been alone this long. I don’t want you to ever be alone, ever again. Will you marry me?”
I think about the flannel PJs in the bag that’s fallen to my feet.
The way I know he’ll grin and laugh and put them on at bedtime, to humor me.
I think about the hunger in his eyes last night as he ordered me to bed, because it was important that I sleep on my decision.
And as I think about his question—not because I’m uncertain, but because it’s important—he patiently waits for me.
He doesn’t care if people are watching.
He doesn’t care if I hesitate.
I’m not hesitating, though.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, I will marry you, Roman Thorne. Because I love you.”
“Damn fucking straight you love me,” he growls as he slides a simple diamond ring on my finger.
Simple for a billionaire, I mean. It’s fucking huge.
He rises to his feet and takes me in his arms. “I love you, too, gorgeous. So fucking much.”
And then he kisses me, dipping me backwards for all the world to see.
And between us, our baby kicks for joy.
Chapter 20
Roman
The flannel pajamasare fucking ridiculous. But the look on Willa’s face is worth the straight face I have to hold.
I do up every single button while maintaining eye contact with her, just to watch her squirm.
“Sexy,” I say.
“The sexiest,” she agrees, fighting a smile.
And then she curls up in my arms and goes to sleep with concerning speed.
Fatigue, according to the on-call Personal Support Obstetrician, is normal.
But even with that reassurance, I have trouble drifting off.
I can’t believe she’s here, in my bed and in my arms. Her sweet scent floods my senses, but the warm weight of her against me still feels impossible.
And then eventually I do fall asleep, without realizing it.
So when I wake up in the middle of the night with a naked woman halfway on top of me, I’m disoriented for a second.
Not complaining, of course.
Happy as fuck, in fact.
