Page 90 of Boss's Baby: A Fake Fiance Romance

I was speechless, my heart feeling ready to burst.

“And I’m ready to be there for you and the baby. If I need to, I’ll spend as much time as it takes trying to make up for the way I reacted to what should’ve been one of the happiest moments of my life. I failed you, and I’ll never do it again. I swear it.”

Still speechless.

“Say something, Cass. Say anything, one way or another. I need to know. If your answer is ‘no,’ then I’ll have to live with that. But I know what I want, and it’s you. The lies are over.”

Looking into his eyes, the answer became clear. “I…I love you too, Josh.”

The smile on his face at my words was unlike anything I’d seen before. Warm and loving and open—the Josh I’d always known was there. He opened his arms and pulled me into an embrace, his lips falling onto mine and pulling me into a kiss that made the world around us melt the same way it always did when we kissed, melting as surely as the falling snow on our skin.

He took his lips from mine and gazed into my eyes. But then he glanced down at the ring on my finger, the big gaudy one that he’d given me. I realized with a shock that I’d forgotten to take it off.

“And there’s something else too.” He looked over my shoulder, and I turned to see that my family was there watching. “Linda?”

“Got it!” She hurried over, something in her hand that she passed to Josh when she arrived.

“What is that?”

“It’s the ring you’ve wanted, the one I’ve deep down been hoping to give you.”

He opened his hand and revealed my grandmother’s ring, tiny, beautiful stone and all. I gasped upon seeing it.

“You were talking to Mom?”

“I had to do a little convincing, but I managed to win her over. And the ring’s yours, if you want it.”

I couldn’t wrap my head around everything that was happening. It was all so much, so perfect.

But it only took me a moment for me to realize it was exactly what I wanted. And right when I decided, Josh kneeled down and held the ring out.

“Cass, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” No hesitation, not even a little.

My family cheered from behind us, and Josh rose to take my hand. Off came the gaudy ring, the ring I’d worn all through the lies. And on went the one I wanted, the one that would be the start of something new and beautiful between us. Once it was on my finger, Josh pulled me in for a close kiss.

“I love you,” he said softly into my ear.

“And I love you.”

“Now,” he said with a smile. “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to restart the holidays on the right foot. Together.”

“Together.”

He took my hand, and I took his. We started back toward the house, ready to begin again.

Epilogue

JOSH

Three months later…

Even though we’d been engaged for a while, it was still hard as hell to not stare at her first thing in the morning. Cass was beautiful—that much was as obvious as it gets. But there was something about the way she looked when she slept that made her seem more…I don’t know, like something not of this world.

Hey, maybe it was that pregnancy glow that I’d heard so much about.

I let my eyes move slowly over her body as she slept on her side, her breasts rising and falling with each slow breath. The spring light cast into the room, making the effect of her beauty even more pronounced. I let my eyes settle on her belly for a moment or two, which was growing rounder by the day.

My son. He was in there. My life was so perfect, so happy already. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the new joy the little guy would bring to my life. Our lives.

After a time, Cass slowly opened her eyes. A sleepy smile took hold of her gorgeous face as she came back into the world of the living.

“You were staring again, weren’t you?”

“Guilty. Not even going to try and lie about it.”

She smiled. That’d been one of our things—no lies, not ever. We’d been through enough during the holidays, and once the dust had settled and our families started to begin the process of forgiving us, we made sure to vow that we’d never get caught up in the same kind of nonsense with each other. All truth, all the time, no matter how much it might hurt.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

I reached over and placed my hand on her hip, letting my touch move over her curve.

“What time is it?” she asked, turning her head to spot her phone.

“Early. We’re still good.”

I glanced up at the bedroom window, the towers of Manhattan rising from below. It was going to be a hell of a day.

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