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Up in the presidential suite, the air is filled with the aroma of a gourmet meal prepared by a personal chef. Melody looks around, a hint of excitement in her eyes, especially when she sees the steaming hot tub on the balcony.
Relief hits me like a tidal wave. Melody approves, and she’s genuinely happy. That’s what matters.
We have dinner right away. She chooses salmon, while I opt for filet mignon. We make small talk, and while she's more open than before, there's still a barrier between us.
She sips water instead of her usual sweet wine, and I feel the weight of her distance.
"Enough," I finally declare, dismissing the personal chef with a nod. I take Melody’s hand, my touch gentle yet firm, and lead her out to the balcony.
The snow falls softly around us, but there are radiant heaters to keep us warm.
Her gaze avoids mine, and tension radiates from her. "Melody," I say firmly, my voice carrying an edge of frustration.
She's silent for a moment, her fingers fussing with her dress. My patience wears thin, a mixture of worry and anger simmering within me. And then, in a surge of frustration and desperation, I let the words spill from my lips.
"You're distant, closed off. I can't stand it. What’s going on?" I growl, the frustration that's been building within me finally escaping.
“It’s not on purpose,” she insists quietly.
“Then talk to me. Tell me what’s the problem instead of putting up walls between us,” I snap, not even caring that my temper is flaring. This is me, and she needs to accept all that I am. Anger is passion, and my passion for her is the strongest thing I’ve ever experienced. “You’re pulling away. I can’t stand it because I fucking love you!”
She freezes, her eyes widening, and for a moment, the air is charged with an electric energy. She steps back, her lips parting as if she's about to speak.
But before she can say a word, something shifts within her. Without warning, Melody turns and rushes back into the suite, leaving me standing bewildered on the balcony.
I don’t follow her, confusion and hurt warring within me, but she returns quickly enough, clutching her purse.
And then, in an instant, she's in my arms, her lips finding mine in a kiss that's a whirlwind of passion and longing. It's as if all the walls between us have crumbled in that moment, and I'm consumed by her touch, her taste, the way she clings to me as if she'll never let go.
“Melody,” I growl against her searching lips. “Melody, I don’t know what the hell is going on.”
“Say it again,” she begs between kisses. “Say that you love me.”
Fuck it. “I love you.”
Melody’s eyes fill with tears, but her smile is as bright as the city lights. It's in that moment of vulnerability that she takes out something from her clutch—an unmistakable positive pregnancy test.
My mind goes blank, my heart racing as the reality of what she's showing me sinks in.
"I'm pregnant," she whispers, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and hope.
The world around me seems to spin as I accept the test from her trembling hand. Stunned, I feel all emotions at once—the shock of the news, how much I love her, and the realization that she’s only been distant because she’s been trying to figure out how to tell me that she’s pregnant with my child.
“Malcolm,” she breathes. “Say something. You look like you’re frozen.”
She thinks my shock is only about the pregnancy test, but she doesn't know the full truth. With shaky hands, I pocket the test and retrieve the black velvet box—the engagement ring meant for her.
I drop to one knee, my gaze locked with hers, my heart thundering in my chest. "Melody, you just gave me a wonderful surprise. The perfect gift. But the real reason I brought you here was to ask you to give me the honor of becoming my wife. I’ve always known your place was beside me. Sweetheart, will you marry me?"
Tears fall down her cheeks as she gazes down at me, her voice soft yet full of affection. "Malcolm, I?—"
I can't wait any longer, can't bear the distance between us.
"I love you, Melody," I admit, my voice husky with emotion. "More than I've ever loved anyone or anything. You're everything to me."
Her breath catches, fingers covering her mouth. And as she stands there, frozen in the moment, I open the box, revealing the engagement ring.
"I love you too," she finally manages, her voice trembling. “And yes. I’ll marry you. Oh my god, yes! I’ll marry you!”
