Page 163 of Unspoken Words
“Yes. Iwanta damn pizza by the end of the day. Got it?”
Connor rolled his eyes, chuckled, and groaned playfully. “We’ll see.”
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Anthony’s Pizzeriapretty much becamea daily occurrence for the two weeks that followed. Except, I didn’t have the energy to eat at the restaurant so we’d order home delivery instead. Anthony had strict instructions from Connor to make a ‘healthy’ or ‘pregnant’ pizza, which basically meant more vegetables and less meat and oil, or one that comprised Vegemite, grated carrot, and drizzles of sour cream.
Oh. My. God! Pregnancy pizza was thebest thing ever.I loved it more than Madonna and my body pillow, and that was definitely saying something.
Lifting the lid of the pizza box, I closed it again when Max called my name.
“Ellie Head, watch me. Watch how high I can go.”
Resting against Connor as we both sat on a picnic rug in the middle of the backyard, I lifted the rim of my hat so that I could see Max. The sun was high in the sky, the temperature almost too much for my swollen body to bear.
“I’m watching,” I called back, smiling as he kicked his little feet and tried to propel himself high into the air before landing with a thud on the grass. The impact made me cringe, but he just bounced right back onto his feet and did it all over again.
I smiled. “He’s gonna be such a great big brother.”
Connor kissed the back of my head, and I could feel his pride and excitement. He’d been buzzing with it all morning. “I know. He’s already told me which toys she can play with and which ones are ‘boys only’.”
I laughed and called out to him, “Are you gonna eat some of my special pizza?”
Max poked out his tongue and said, “Yuk.”
“Yuk?”
“Your pizza is asgusting.”
“Asgusting?” I giggled at his mispronunciation.
He emphasized his point by making some gross raspberry sounding poo noises and then aimed his arm at a tree and pretended to shoot something.
“I guess that’s a no then. Oh well,” I said, lifting the lid of the pizza box. “His loss, my ga—”
A shimmer of light flittered across my eyes, the sunlight catching on something shiny atop the pizza, the reflection stealing my sight. I squinted and shaded my eyes with my hand only to find that what had near blinded me was now stealing my breath.
“What is that?” I blurted out, covering my mouth for obvious reasons.
Sitting in the very centre of the pizza was a diamond ring the size of Venus.
“It’s a ring, of course.”
“Yes, but what’s it doing there?”
“It’s been waiting for you to find it so I can put it on your finger and ask you to marry me.”
My heart skipped a beat, but I let it. It was allowed to this time.
“It’s … it’s beautiful,” I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. I reached forward, picked up, and rotated it, a smear of cream marring its perfection.
Connor gently took it from my hand and licked the cream before sliding it onto my finger. “Eloise McPizza Head Mitchell, will you make me the happiest man alive and become my wife?”
Tilting my head back, I relaxed into his arms and reached for his face, cupping his cheeks. “Yes, of course I will.”
Chapter Forty-One
Connor
