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“My marriage… it was a disaster. Looking back, I don’t think we even got together because we liked each other. She was a cheerleader, and I was on the football team. It was like everyoneexpectedus to be a couple. And then, when we went off to the same college, it was the same thing.
“But I wouldn’t change any of it. Because, if I hadn’t gone down that road, if I hadn’t made all those mistakes, then I wouldn’t have ended up here. In front of you. Telling you I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you... and that if you say no, I’m just gonna keep on trying until you say yes.
“Because some things in life are worth fighting for, and you’re one of them.”
I take his hand and pull him to me. “Have you finished?”
“I guess,” he says, brushing my hair out my face.
“Good.” I grab him by the back of the next and pull his head down. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
Epilogue
Piper
One Year Later…
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
I nudge Nate playfully in the ribs and bat my eyelids at him like I’m a 1930’s movie star.
“That depends,” he says, putting his mouth against my ear and speaking in such a low whisper only I can hear him. “Are you contemplating stabbing the woman sitting in front of me if she doesn’t move her chair forward?”
“But you’re a doctor!” I gasp theatrically. “Isn’t that against the oath you made?”
“It’s against the law, too,” he growls, nibbling at my earlobe. “But I’m willing to risk it if it gets me a little more legroom.”
“Now, now,” I tap the end of his nose. “I think I have another idea for you to… stretch your legs.”
“And what that might be?” he purrs, his hand sliding around my waist. The stubble from his beard scratches my cheek.
“Well, there’s a restroom back there, and I was thinking about a certain club we might like to be members of… if you get what I’m saying?”
“The mile-high club?”
“Oh,” I feign surprise, “so you have heard of it?”
He takes my face in his hands and looks me in the eyes. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Why not,” I whisper. “It’s our anniversary, and I want to make it as memorable as possible. Especially considering this…” I run my hand over the barely noticeable bump on my tummy. “Once the baby comes, I’m going to be knee-high in diapers and baby bottles, and strollers. I’m not going to have any time to fuck my big studly fiancé in the restroom on a plane while flying off to a tropical, Caribbean paradise.”
“You make some good points,” he says. “But you had me at legroom. I don’t know if I was clear or not, but I was seriously contemplating a long stretch in prison in return for not being cramped into this seat like a sardine for another minute. Now, come on. Get a move on!”
“Oh, you,” I say, taking off my seat belt and standing up. “So romantic! You sure do know how to make a girl feel special.”
“I’ll show you romance. Just wait for me to get out of this frigging chair!”
I stand in the aisle, and let Nate hug me tight. Six months ago I’d never have had the confidence for this kind of public display of affection. And it may sound like a total cliche, but I’m a different woman now.
Three hundred and sixty-five days of being head over heels in love will do that to a person.
Waking up every morning next to Nate, his huge, muscle-clad arms folded around my body. His lips pressed against my neck. His hardon poking at me and begging to fill me up.
Morning sex. Afternoon sex. Sex in the car. Sex in the kitchen. And now sex in the restroom on an airplane.
Could life get any better?
“Oh my,” I groan into his ear. “Looks like you’re going to have to stand close to me as we walk to the back. Unless you want everyone to see that pants tent you’re rocking.”
