“Um…it’s only been a week.”
“I know. I’m tired of waiting. What are you doing this weekend, squirt?” I ask Brynlee.
“I suppose attending a wedding.”
“See. Your sister knows it’s the plan.”
“Well, excuse me, but unless I’m going to get married in a pair of jeans, I doubt we can just get married.”
“My sister is coming over tomorrow to talk styles.” I set her back on her feet and then drop to one knee. “I love you, Aurora. I knew you were meant to be mine when you first stepped out of that car. Marry me.” I open the box that has been in my pocket for the whole drive home. I can’t wait another minute. I may have told her she was mine forever, but I want her to say it.
“Of course,” she says, choking on unshed tears. I stand up and slide the four-carat diamond on her finger. It’s huge, but everyone needs to know she’s mine. Her baby belly isn’t showing just yet, and I’m too impatient to find out if we’ll be having a baby.
Brynlee screams out with joy, and Knight comes running in. “Oh Sorry, I thought something happened.”
“It did. They are getting married.” She rolls her eyes even though she’s smiling.
“Yeah, that’s a given,” he remarks, shaking his head and walking back out of the room.
“I’m going to get a drink,” she mutters, leaving the room as well through the other door.
When I look back at Aurora, she’s grimacing. “He takes his job very seriously.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind, Kitten.” Fuck, I told him to let me know if she even sneezed because I don’t want Aurora to worry about her sister.
“I don’t. I just wonder…” She sighs.
“What?” I hold her close.
“Nothing. It’s like Knight feels protective over Brynlee.”
“That’s exactly what I told him to be.”
“Exactly. I think she’s reading more into it.”
Ah. Now that makes sense. “Do you think Bryn likes Knight?”
“I’m not sure, but it will hurt when she realizes he’s only doing his job.”
“She’s young. Love and happiness will come. Let’s eat dinner and then celebrate.” I lean in and kiss her lips while cupping her ass and giving it a squeeze.
“Damn, I keep walking into this mushy mess.”
“Then go back to your own home,” I growl out at my sister, who’s standing behind me.
“Well, Josh wanted to say hi.” I spin around to see my nephew smiling with his toothy grin. Fuck, they say that women get baby fever, but something in me wants to make sure Aurora’s carrying my baby even more.
“Oh, my goodness!” Aurora squeals, walking past me to pick up little Josh. The guy eagerly jumps in her arms.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I give him a very stern warning, “She’s mine, mister. Understood?” He turns and hugs Aurora tightly.
“Brat.”
“He loves women. I think it’s the breastfeeding thing.”
“Speaking of.” Aurora adjusts him as he tries to attack her tits.
“Fucking shit. I’m losing my edge. He’s going to hit on my woman right in front of me.” He’s too damn cute. I can’t wait to have a dozen boys.