AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I just barked a laugh and flipped her until I was the one on top, hovering over her.
“That’s what this was all about? You were planning on proposing?”
Her excitement drained into sweet tears as she pressed her palms to my cheeks.
“I’ve been planning this for weeks,” I admitted.
I’d known I wanted to marry her since before Chicago. I’d only been biding my time, waiting for her to be ready, too.
“I love you so much,” she blurted. “Seriously, you were really starting to piss me off, but now I get why you’ve been acting so weird!”
“I wasn’t acting weird,” I denied with a huff.
She honked out a laugh that made me love her just a little bit more.
“We’re doing this?” she whispered, wonder in her voice.
“Let’s do it,” I confirmed, dropping down to give her a firm kiss, punctuating my promise.
“That means that you’re not just my boyfriend anymore.” She waggled her eyebrows.
I chuckled.
“True. You’re my fianceé, now.”
“Ooo, I like the sound of that,” she moaned, taking another kiss.
“You know what I like even better?” I asked between drags of my tongue against hers. “Wife.”
She was wriggling beneath me, and I knew I couldn’t put her off any longer. I’d fucked up our romantic evening, but hopefully the proposal had saved it at least a little.
“Oh, fuck, you’re saying all the right words,” she drawled with humor lacing her tone, but I could see the emotional tears brimming in her eyes.
“I’ve got one more for you,” I told her with a wink, getting up with a tinge of pain in my hip.
Nope, that motherfucker had to stay working because I had a fianceé to fuck.
“It’s time for those orgasms,” I finally added.
She took my hand and I pulled her up until she was nestled into my arms. The girl of my fucking dreams narrowed her eyes and gave me a salute.
With a grin bursting over her lips, she said simply, “sir, yes sir!”
Epilogue
Freya
I’d dreamed about my wedding day since I was a little girl. Dreamed about the moment my dad would pass me off to the man I loved, or the first dance spent staring into my new husband’s eyes.
I was totally right about it all. Every single moment was my new favorite memory, though, when Ash lifted the veil to kiss me, I cried, and I would remember that for the rest of my life.
“That’s our dance,” Ash whispered into my ear, helping me up from my chair at the bride and groom table.
I smiled up at him and followed, letting him lead.
Felicity was there, sitting at the table with my parents. She was a sobbing mess, and so was Mom, both women grinning as tears fell down their cheeks. Dad just looked satisfied as we passed him toward the dance floor.
Ashton and I had been really nervous to tell Mom and Dad about our engagement, knowing the struggle Dad had with us being together in the first place. Turned out that we had nothing to worry about. Dad had been happy for us, and Mom had cried, of course, then immediately started to help me plan where and when.
