Page 94 of The Brides Brother

“Drake,” I called, and he nodded.

“Please don't say no,” he said, and I laughed out loud.

“I could. I, uh... I just have something else to say first.”

He frowned immensely worried, and I couldn’t torture him any longer. Holding his hand, I placed it on my still flat stomach, and although it took him a little while, it soon dawned on him what I was trying to say.

“Are you?” He went white as a sheet. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, hoping that this would go the way I hoped.

It did. To my shock, this man whom I loved with my whole heart couldn’t hold his tears back. They rolled down his face, and as I watched, I hated to see them go to waste. They were so precious, so I leaned forward and kissed them.

“Don't cry, I'm sorry.”

“When were you planning to tell me?” he asked, “Why did you keep it? How long?”

“Just over two months,” I replied, and he gasped.

“In the Hamptons?”

“I think so, yes.”

“Oh my God!” he exclaimed. “That long…”

“I wanted to wait until Aurora had given birth.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, I am tired of all the waiting we’ve been doing in this family. No offense, Mom,” he said, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“I apologize on his behalf, Mom,” I said to her image, and by the time I turned, he had grabbed me and kissed me. I melted completely in his arms, and by the time we broke apart, he asked me the question once again.

“I need a very clear and resounding yes,” he said. “It's a moment I want to recall over and over for the rest of my life.”

I nodded and did him one better. I gave him a sentence from the very depths of my soul.

“Yes, my love, Drake Moran, I will marry you.”

“I love you, Evelyn,” he said.

I choked on the words but still thankfully managed to say it out. “I love you more.”

The End