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“Hear me out—nobody needs to know until you’re ready. No steps need to be taken until I prove to you every day that I’m committed to you, and that I won’t run again.”
“Are you insane, Damon? Do you think I need to be married to you to have your child?”
He comes to me, then kneels, hauling me into the same position. “Gemma, I would never be marrying you just because you’re pregnant.”
My fingers tremble in his, and I can see the telltale signs of his nervousness as he bites his lip and swallows, waiting for my reply.
He grabs the box, takes out the ring, and places it on my finger.
“If I weren’t pregnant, you wouldn’t have asked.”
“Oh, really?” A sly grin appears at the corner of his mouth. “The receipt date says otherwise.”
I don’t reply. His words shock me. On one hand, I don’t understand how he could’ve bought a ring already when he kept leaving me behind. But on the other, it warms my heart to think Damon thought about our future together as well.
“But you said you could never give me the two-point-five kids and the white picket fence,” I say softly, the wind carrying the weight of my words.
He snickers, the sound music to my ears despite the edge.
Iwantto be married to this man. I want him in my life for this lifetime, at least.
“I also said I didn’t want your heart, which was a lie. We both know I want it all with you.”
I want him and us and Blu so badly too.
I want to say yes.
I’mscreamingyes. But my fears are stomping on the words.
“Gemma, I’m serious. It was always more for me too.” He leaves his hands on both sides of my neck. “Marry me, Gemma. Marry me, and I swear you’ll see that we’re soul mates.”
“You don’t believe in soul mates.”
“I actually do.” His gaze penetrates mine. “I think you’re perfect for me, as if we’re made for each other.”
“So then whyleave?”
“Fear. The truth was always over my head. Now, I’m at peace. I also started seeing my therapist again.”
“And this therapist advised you to propose to me?”
He looks away. “Not necessarily, no. He suggested I open up to you without booze and take small steps at a time.”
“This isn’t asmallstep, Damon.”
He clears his throat. “You’re right. It’s a big one, but for both our sakes we’ll take it in baby steps until we feel ready. I promise.”
“If this is some sick joke and hell will freeze over tomorrow, I’ll never forgive you.”
“Never.” He shakes his head, and his lips brush back and forth against mine. “I love you.”
“I love you, Damon.”
Am I really doing this?
“So, you’ll marry me?”
I eye the ring, then him. He looks as if he’s holding his breath. “Yeah, I’ll marry you.”
