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“I look a mess. I’ve worked all day. Let me just go change.”
“No! … I mean, you look perfect, babe. Sit down and let me take care of you.”
“Titan, you’re wearing a fancy suit, for God’s sake. I’m going to go freshen up,” she says and takes off walking toward the bedroom.
“Faith, I really don’t want—” I end with a groan, because it’s too late and, short of grabbing her and forcing her to sit at the table, there’s nothing I can do.
It’s official. I suck in the romance department. I stand at the door when she walks into the bedroom.
“Titan,” she gasps, looking around at the rose petals and all of the unlit candles.
I should have lit them.
“What’s going on?” she asks, twirling around. I take the couple of steps it takes to get to her while reaching into my pants pocket. I go down on one knee, thinking at least I’ve managed to get this part right.
Faith’s hands go to cover her mouth as she gasps again. Her body shakes and I get the feeling she’s resisting the urge to jump up and down—at least I hope that’s it and not her resisting running from the room. I hold out the ring box I took from my pocket and pop the top open, holding it up to her. Inside is her gold band from our wedding in Vegas—all cleaned and shined—and another ring covered in diamonds in a design the jeweler called a pear diamond design with a halo cut. I had no fucking clue what that was. I just know that it was pretty, it was loaded with diamonds and it looked good with Faith’s band. I thought she would like it, but if she doesn’t I’ll take back and let her pick one out. I don’t specifically care—I just want my ring on her hand.
“Faith Lucas Marsh, will you marry me?” I ask, making sure to put in my last name. We may have gone through with the annulment, but for a little bit she had my name and I want her to have it again. I need it.
“Oh my God.”
“Want my ring on your finger, babe,” I tell her.
“Oh my God!”
“I really fucking want to be able to call you my wife again,” I grumble, refusing to get nervous because she hasn’t said yes.
“Oh my God!” she says again, adding even more of a squeal at the end. I’m thinking this is good news, but hell, who knows when it comes to a woman? She still hasn’t said yes, though, so I decide to nudge her along.
“Faith? Is that a yes?”
“What?” she asks, confused, her gaze traveling back to my face—because it had been glued on the ring.
“Will you marry me?” I ask the question again, nervous because she’s crying and women do cry when happy, but fuck, I’m a nervous wreck and I’m not sure which these are.
“Titan, I—” Fuck, she’s going to turn me down. That definitely wasn’t a yes.
“Faith—”
“Yes!!!!”
She screams the word and then lunges at me. I catch her, but I wasn’t prepared so I fall back on my ass, my arms full of my woman, her arms around my neck, her face planted into my chest, her legs kicking happily and I don’t think I’ve ever felt better. I hold her close and I do it laughing.
“I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you!” she squeals over and over and that makes me laugh harder.
“Got the message, Faith. Can I put the ring on your hand?”
She pulls back and looks at me, settling into my lap so she’s straddling me and more comfortable. I like it because even through our clothes I can feel her rub against me in all the right areas. I keep one hand on her hip, holding her steady and she holds out her hand, wiggling her fingers.
“Give me!” she demands and shit if that don’t make me laugh too. I take out the engagement ring and band together and slide it on her finger.
“I don’t think I’m supposed to do the band again until we get in front of a preacher, but I want it back on your fucking finger now,” I grumble, feeling emotions rushing through me that I’ve never let myself experience before. But, that’s okay. I’ve got Faith and she’s mine, and everything is new now.
“We have to go get you a ring! I want you to wear one too, Titan,” she says staring down at her rings.
I bring my lips down to her hand and kiss just above her ring. Then I look at her and hold out my hand, showing I’m already wearing my band. That makes her tears fall harder and she hugs me close.
“I love you, Titan,” she whispers. Those words wrap inside of me, around and around my heart in a way that’s both painful and full of joy and even peace—all at the same time. I want to give her the words back, but I hold back. Not because I don’t feel them, but because before I can she pulls away and looks at me and says something that leaves me speechless.
