Page 67 of Prognosis Christmas Baby

Nash, his own fingers a little on the trembly side, took it out of the box. He’d made such a hash of the last proposal he was determined to make this one special.

‘Will you make me the happiest man in the world, Maggie? Will you marry me?’

Maggie couldn’t believe it. The background noise of the unit faded as the world narrowed down to just the two of them in this moment.

In a few short months all her dreams had come true. She, the man she loved and their baby were going to become a family. ‘Yes.’ She smiled, looking into his incredible blue eyes. ‘Yes.’

Applause rang out around the unit as they became aware of their surroundings again. Nash grinned at her as he placed the ring on her finger. ‘Merry Christmas, Maggie May.’

Maggie stood on tiptoe and wound her arms around his neck. ‘This is going to be a hard Christmas to top.’

‘Maybe, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life doing just that,’ he promised.

And they kissed again in front of their very appreciative audience.

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