She shot me a grateful look. “I know. But I want our child so badly.”
I felt like I’d just taken a gut punch.
The yearning look in her beautiful eyes made me hope more than I wanted to.
“Don’t ever misunderstand me on this…” I cautioned. “I want our child, too, but I need you more, Sierra.”
“I’ll always be here,” she crooned as she hugged me tightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You better remember that promise,” I answered. “And we’re getting married as soon as possible. This week.”
If a miracle happened and we had this child, Sierra and the baby were going to carry the Remington name.
She sighed. “You’re not going to marry me because I’m pregnant.”
I lifted her gently off my lap and put her on the sofa without saying a word.
I made it to my office and back in record time.
“I’ve had this ring in my office for a while now. Baby or not, I’ve always wanted to marry you, Sierra. I was planning on asking in the next day or two, but now we’re getting married. I’m not even asking,” I said as I opened the box.
She was pregnant with my child.
She wasn’t getting the chance to say no.
Okay, I probably wouldn’t have taken no for an answer before, but I knew I wasn’t taking it now.
No debate.
No questions.
It was done, as far as I was concerned.
She beamed up at me with a smile that made my heart swell inside my chest.
“Okay,” she said gently.
Thank fuck!
I got down on one knee beside her, took the ring from the box, and slid it on her finger.
Her hand started to shake. “Oh, Asher. It’s beautiful.”
It was a nice ring.
It probably wasn’t as big as I’d wanted, but anything bigger would have swamped her delicate fingers.
Sierra was a petite woman, and the ring on her finger was as big as she could handle.
“You like it?”
She nodded emphatically. “I love it.”
“Good, because you’ll be wearing it for the rest of your life.”
“I love you,” she said softly as she met my gaze. “I love you so much. I’m not sure what I did to deserve a man like you, but I’ll spend the rest of my life grateful for you.”
I swallowed hard.