Page 104 of Wasted Oil

Automatically my eyes start to water.

Holy fuck, I’m pregnant.

“Babe? Are you okay?”

A knock on the door startles me making me drop the test.

“Fuck, yeah sorry, love! I’ll be right out!” I panic, hiding the pregnancy test in the back of my pocket so that I can open the door.

Opening the door, Rhett is standing with his arms hanging from the top of the door frame, I keep my eyes to the ground not able to look into his.

“Boots? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I try to shove past him but he stops me grabbing me by my torso rubbing his hands up and down my sides.

I'm still not looking at him on the brink of crying, I feel his hand come up to my chin slowly lifting my eyes to look at him, the other still rubbing on my side.

“Let me in.” With just those words I crack, pulling the test from my back pocket I bring it up into his eyesight.

“I'm pregnant.”

He looks back and forth between me and the test before smashing his lips to mine.

The kiss is passionate and filled with love and joy. It's not like I expected him to be angry but I was maybe expecting more shock than this.

"I love you.” He kept repeating those words throughout the whole kiss .

“I love you too.” I pull back, love in both of our eyes.

"We’re having a baby, Rhett.” He blows out a huff of air .

“Yeah we are. I guess there's only one thing left on the list.”

List? What list? I snap back to him.

"Melanie Renee Alvarez, truth or dare?”

I glare at him. This isn’t the time for a child's game. I cross my arms feeling testy.

“Dare.”

He gives me his best melting smolder, grabs my hand and pulls me to the bedroom stopping me by making me sit on the edge of the bed. He walks into the closet shuffling through something then reappearing with his hands behind his back. He kneels down to one knee bringing a blue velvet box to sit on his hands in-between us, then opening it to show case the most exquisite emerald cut diamond. My eyes snap at his next words.

“Marry Me?”

My heart beating a million miles an hour, I blink making sure my delusional pregnant brain isn’t playing tricks on me.

Nope.

This. Is. Happening.

I inhale deeply, feeling completely whole.

“Yes!”

Epilogue

Melanie

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