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“You thought that Whitney was another woman I had been with, and I had another child, right?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I thought.”
He sighed and reached for my hand. “I can’t promise you that someday some other woman from my past won’t come forward with that claim, but I honestly don’t think there will be. I think Devon is my only child for now.”
I blinked at him, not sure what to say as I cherished the feel of his thumb stroking the back of my hand.
“I can’t thank you enough for being here for Devon, for me, for stepping up after I’d wronged you.”
“It was for Devon, and you didn’t wrong me. I got the wrong impression.”
“And I didn’t take the time to clear that misunderstanding up. Although I did call you the day I left, just to let you know.”
“I was saying goodbye to Carol.” He frowned, and I went on to explain that I’d been in Carol’s apartment, checking it one last time.
Trevor sighed, then squeezed my hand as thunder rumbled overhead. We both glanced toward the window as lightning streaked outside.
“You’re a good woman, Davina, and I appreciate all that you have done this last week.”
“Thank you.” I think. Was he getting ready to say goodbye, thanks for your help, now you can go home?
He swallowed, and then dropped down to the floor, getting on his knees and pushing my thighs apart to get between them. Um, hello, what are we doing here?
He took my other hand. “Davina, I don’t want you to be just Devon’s medical power of attorney.”
“You don’t?” I squeaked.
He shook his head, staring up at me with such intensity that I froze in place. “No, I don’t. I want you to be his mother.”
“What?” My eyes about jumped from my head. “You don’t want him? How can you not want him?”
He smirked. “That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that I want you to be his mother and live in this house with me.”
I frowned at him. “But you have a nanny.”
“Did I say nanny? I think I said mother.”
“Trevor, I’m a little confused on what you are asking here.”
He swallowed again. “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, Davina. Be my wife, be Devon’s mother.”
I pulled my hand from his and pinched my thigh. I had to be dreaming. I was still lying on the floor of Devon’s bedroom, and I was having the dream of my life. Only the pinch hurt, and he frowned at what I had done to myself.
Then he laughed. “You’re not dreaming. I promise you that you are awake.”
“What did you just say?” My words were barely audible, but he heard them.
“What, about dreaming or being my wife?”
“The second one,” I replied.
“Davina Daniels, I know I haven’t said this before. In fact, I have never said these words to a woman in a romantic sense, but I’m about to say them to you. I love you. I love you with all of my heart, and I cannot imagine living my life with Devon without you right there with us.”
The thunder rumbled again, and we both glanced at the window momentarily. “You love me?” I asked as I turned back to him.
“Yes, I love you, Davina. I want you to marry me, live in this house with me, help me raise Devon, and maybe have a child of our own.”
I stared at him; was he serious? “I’m really awake? Are you pranking me?”
