Page 50 of Billionaire's Fake Wife: A Single Mom BWWM Romance

“Woah!” I quickly retract, before carefully placing my wonderful presents down on the floor, all intended for Sonya.

“Good, now please, move aside,” Sonya again commands. If it were a different time, I’d be turned on by Sonya’s firm handle on the situation and how ready she is to fight me. But I digress and hope that there’ll be plenty of time for that later.

“I’ll do so but only in under one condition,” I begin the firmest way possible.

“You have three minutes,” Sonya informs.

A ding reverberates around the station, Attention to all passengers. The train will be arriving in two minutes.

“You have two minutes,” Sonya informs strictly.

“Okay, okay!” I scream. “You win.”

I take the deepest breath of my life, trying to remember just a word of I used writing my speech for this special day. Sonya is wearing her trademark red coat and silver scarf.

“God, you are beautiful,” I whisper out loud.

“Say what now?”

“I said you are the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever had the luckiest of luck to meet, Sonya!” I scream. The people all around me stop and stare at Sonya and me. But they can stare all they want. They are entirely inconsequential compared to the love of my life, standing before me.

I continue to talk, desperate but now more confident, “You have always been beautiful. Not even Gloria’s entire roster of supermodels can’t even hold a candle to you, Sonya. I mean, don’t get me wrong, they are on par to you with a face like that. But what they don’t have in spirit, you have in spades.”

I try to take one step back, but Sonya still decides to move away from me.

I cut my losses and continue, “Because that’s who you are, Sonya. Your will is as indomitable as your heart. It’s always been that way with you. It shows in the simplest of ways too. How masterfully you perform under pressure, how you take each job seriously, and most of all, how you never changed in spite of all that you’ve been through.”

I involuntarily take a step forward to Sonya, this time, she no longer moves away from me.

I press on, “That’s what I admired about you most, Sonya. You are everything that I wish I could have been when my parents raised me. I was always coddled with and never really had the chance to shine. Whenever I was wrong, I was always on the receiving end of my parent’s scolding. Your act of unselfish bravery has always been a goal of mine. I wish I had your strength, Sonya. I really do.”

“It’s not that hard, Grant,” Sonya finally speaks.

“Yes, it is,” I reply. “But that’s what’s so amazing about you. The more I’m with you, the more I feel like I can fly. The more I can be superhuman. The more I can do the impossible. You make me become the man I want to be, Sonya. And for that, I love you, with all of my heart and being.

And I don’t care what anyone else says anymore, I want our marriage to be the real deal this time, Sonya. I want you to have my last name or not whatever kind of feminism you’re down to nowadays. I just want you, and I hope it’s not too late for me too, Sonya. Is it?”

It’s only then that I realize the crowd that has already gathered around us. The train had already left the station a few minutes ago, but Sonya and along some of the passengers stayed. And these passengers were now waiting in bated breath for Sonya’s reply.

Sonya stares down at her daughter, in hopes of finding a sign on what to do.

Lauralee, in all her precocious wisdom, simply smiles at her mother and gives her a thumbs up.

Sonya finally had everything that she needed to know. She turns towards me, tears now rolling down her cheeks, “It isn’t too late, Grant. I love you too.”

Sonya runs over to me and gives me the best hug in the world, and with those magic words, the crowd around us erupt in spontaneous jubilee as Sonya, and I finally celebrate our first real kiss together as a couple. Some of the attendees picked up my gifts for Sonya and passed them along to us.

Crazy isn’t a good enough word to describe what was happening. People were taking selfies of Sonya and me, they were giving us gift baskets.

Sonya and I apologize to everyone for making them miss their trains, but all in all, everyone was just happy that Sonya and I finally got engaged, for real this time.

Sonya, Lauralee, and I walk back to my car, excited to go back to the city.

As soon as I sit down on the driver seat, Sonya leans over and kisses me.

“Ew!” Lauralee complains from the backseat. “Save some for the wedding, will you guys. Yuck.”

Sonya and I can’t help but laugh at our cute little princess. I’m going to be her father soon, and all I feel is excitement as I can’t wait to spend more quality family time with Sonya and Lauralee.

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