Page 34 of Coming For Her Curves
“Yes!” Brock says, pumping his fist in the air.
“Ryker!” I say, surprised.
He shrugs. “You had to know this was coming. We love each other. We want to be together, and when we get married?—”
“Married!” I exclaim, looking at my son.
Brock doesn’t look surprised at all. I search his face, looking for any hint of hesitancy, but I don’t see it. He’s smiling ear to ear. “Mom, you love him. You deserve to be happy.”
At that moment, Ryker goes to one knee in front of me, holding up a ring. “I want it all, Izzy. I want to have a home with you. I want to go to Brock’s games with you, and I want to help make all his dreams come true. I want to be here with you when you’re happy, and I want to be the one you come to when you’re sad. Ilove you so much, and I love you more every day. Will you please do me the honor of being my wife?”
I don’t even have to think about it. “Yes. Yes. I’ll marry you.”
I bolt up from the seat and dive into his lap, sending him flying backwards. We’re both laughing, and he kisses me.
Brock calls out, “Okay, so when are we moving in? Hello! Mom! Ryker! When are we moving in?”
Ryker is holding me to him, and he breaks the kiss. “When do you wanna move in?”
“Now,” Brock says.
Ryker shrugs. “Well, if it’s okay with your mom, you’ll move in today.”
“Today?” I exclaim.
Ryker cups my face. “We can get your clothes and stuff you need. The rest we can move as we have time.”
I smile and nod and then look up at my son. “Today. We’re moving in today.”
“Yes!” Brock hollers. “I’m going to call Ollie.”
Ryker rolls me to my back and hovers over me. “You haven’t put on the ring.”
My eyes widen. “The ring!”
I scramble to sit up and search around for the ring, but Ryker is still holding it in his hand. He puts it on my finger, and I stare at the big princess cut diamond. It’s not the ring that takes my breath away; it’s this moment. It feels so right.
Ryker pulls grass out of my hair. “You’re beautiful.”
I stand up and reach for him to help him up. “Come on, old man, you just told a fifteen-year-old that he could move in today. He’s not going to stop until he has his gaming system and clothes set up somewhere in your house.”
He wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Our house.”
I lean into him. “Our house.”
There’s a lot of things I regret, but I can’t say I’d change it all. I have Brock because of decisions I’d made. But I do know that from this point forward, there will be no regrets. I’m going to live the rest of my life loving Ryker Kirby and being truly happy. Forever.
