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He doesn’t call me baby often, but I love it when he does. I don’t know which I like better—sweetness, baby, or when he says my name—Shawn.
“I’m ready,” I whisper.
“Come on.”
I move around the counter and stop in front of him. He tips his head down and looks into my eyes. He curves his lips up into a crooked smirk that I absolutely love. Lifting his hand, he cups my cheek. He doesn’t say anything as he watches me, waiting. I’m acting weird, I know that, but I don’t care.
This is important.
“I’m ready to start a life with you, Elvis,” I exhale. “You aren’t just King to me. You’re my king. You’re the man I never dared allow myself to dream of. You are my everything, and I thought you should know that you’re also going to be a father soon.”
He blinks.
Wordlessly watching me.
His gaze searches my own before he dips his chin and touches his mouth to mine. He doesn’t deepen the kiss, but this isn’t like others. This isn’t hard and consuming. It’s soft, almost sweet, and a shiver of desire slides down my spine.
Nibbling my bottom lip, he slowly shifts his mouth from mine, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he rests his forehead against mine and lets out a sigh.
“Fuck,” he exhales.
Trembling, I’m not sure if this is good or bad news, so I stay frozen, my muscles tightening with every second that passes. Then he laughs softly and lifts his head. He’s got the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on his face.
Before he speaks, I feel his palm pressing against my belly. “You’re sure?” he asks.
I hum. “I am.”
Then I don’t realize what he’s doing, but he falls to his knees and touches his mouth to my belly as his fingers grip my hips and he holds me still. He looks up at me, his eyes focused on mine, searching them as he grins.
“Marry me, sweetness. Not just because of this baby but because I love you. Be my wife. You’re beautiful and sexy, but you’re also kind and so fucking sweet. You’re everything I don’t deserve. But I’m keeping you.”
I cup his cheeks as I look down into his face. “Yes, Elvis. I’ll marry you but don’t ever say that you don’t deserve me. Because it’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”
He chuckles and stands tall, but I don’t move my hands from his cheeks as he lowers his head and touches his mouth to mine. He doesn’t deepen the kiss. He keeps his lips touching mine before I speak.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love every fuckin’ part of you, sweetness.”
No other words need to be spoken.
This is him.
This is me.
This is us and the life we are going to build together.
Elvis, me, and this baby.
That’s all that matters. The past is bullshit. It doesn’t mean anything because the future, that is the only thing that really means a damn thing. And that is looking pretty bright for the first time in my entire life.
KING
ONE MONTH LATER
Pulling the truck up to the warehouse, I look around. There is nobody here, and there should be. Whoever the fuck is supervising the load being put onto the truck should be here. I look over at Gnaw and clear my throat before I speak.
“This feels weird,” I mutter.
