Page 126 of One Reckless Night

“Soon,” I said, slipping the ring into my pocket. “And you better keep your mouth shut.”

“I’ll do my best, but my zipped lips aren’t forever,” she said. “Don’t wait for months.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said.

This was it. The final piece of the puzzle. All that was left was the proposal.

“Don’t overthink it,” Clair said.

“I won’t. Thanks, Claire. For everything.”

She smiled. “Anytime. Now go get your girl.”

I climbed back into the car, the ring safely tucked in my pocket. Roger glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Where to, Dr. Welch?”

“Home,” I said, my voice steady. “Take me to the airport. I am so ready to get back to my…girlfriend.”

I couldn’t wait until I could call her my fiancé. No, my wife. The thought terrified me in the best way.

I leaned back in the seat of the car, letting my eyes close as I played out what happened next. The ring in my pocket felt like it had its own pulse, a steady reminder of what was coming. I could feel the weight of it, not just physically, but emotionally. This wasn’t just a ring—it was a promise, a commitment I’d never thought I’d make. Not with anyone. Not after Gemma.

But Amelia…Amelia was different. She always had been. We were going to have a baby. A family. A future.