Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
My heart flips in my chest. “You want…” I can’t even get the words out.
He nods his head. “Yes, I know I’m not the most romantic-talking guy, so I’m just going to say it how I feel. I want my ring on your finger. I want my baby in your belly. I want to go to sleep with you in my bed next to me. I want to wake up with you beside me every morning.”
I gasp as if I’m just now realizing the truth. “You really do love me, don’t you?”
He chuckles. “More than anything, baby. I love you more than anything.”
I lift my chin to him. “Ask me.”
His eyes widen, but he doesn’t waste any time. He holds the beautiful diamond ring up to me. “Bree Banks, will you please do me the honor of being my wife? Please…make me the happiest man on Earth.”
I let out a sob. “Yes, yes, I’ll marry you.”
He slides the ring on my finger, and I glance at the sparkling diamond and then back into his big brown eyes. “I love you, Logan Brody.”
He stands up, pulling me with him. “I love you too, Bree, soon to be Brody.”
Gently, he kisses me, avoiding the cut on my lip.
I’m sobbing as he pulls away. He’s wiping at my tears, and a look of worry fills his face. “What is this? Don’t cry. I can’t stand it when you cry, baby.”
I sniffle, trying to rein it in. “I’m just so happy. More than anything, I wanted to be with you, and I just can’t believe”—I suck in a shuddered breath—“you’re making all my dreams come true, Lo.”
He nods and looks at me solemnly. “And from this point forward, that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to give you everything you want.”
I lean into him. “You… that’s all I want.” I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face. “And a baby. I want one of those too.”
He groans. “Fuck, just thinking about it makes me crazy.”
I blink wide-eyed at him. “So… we’re getting married… and we’re having a baby.”
He holds me to him, burying his face into my neck, kissing me. “Yes and I’m thinking sooner rather than later.”
I loop my arms around his neck. “Okay. Whenever.”
He jerks back. “Whenever?” He grips my upper arms. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”
I shrug. “I do mean it. I want to marry you, Lo. I don’t want to wait.”
His voice is husky and filled with emotion. “You don’t want to wait? I’m sure you’ve had dreams about your wedding.”
I shake my head. “Nope. As long as you’re who I’m marrying, that’s all I need.”
He tenses up and asks softly, “So if we had a wedding in say, two weeks, you’d do it? You’d marry me?”
I nod and tell him truthfully, “I would marry you today.”
He stares into my eyes. “Two weeks from today. We’re getting married.”
He’s looking at me like I’m going to change my mind or something. “Okay.”
He pulls me to him. “Bree, I’m not joking. We’re getting married in two weeks.”
I smile and cup his face with my hands. “Logan Brody, I can’t wait.”
He scoops me up in his arms and swings me around. I’m laughing when he stops spinning and starts carrying me down the hall.
“We should probably celebrate.”
I nod as he puts me on my feet next to the bed. I pull the T-shirt I’m wearing off my body. “Yeah, we should definitely celebrate.”
He pulls his shorts down and kicks them off his legs. I don’t even wait for him to ask; I jump into his arms, and my legs go around his waist.
He holds me like he never wants to let me go.
Together, we fall onto the bed. We’re both where we’re meant to be, and we’re ready for a future that is ours.
CHAPTER 21
LOGAN
I pull at my collar and look around the church.
My brother Miller whispers to me, “You okay?”
I turn to look at him. “Where is she?”
He laughs and looks at his watch. “We still have fifteen minutes before the ceremony even starts.”
I look around at the small crowd. We invited our family, but half of them are standing up beside me. My sister is somewhere in the church with my soon-to-be bride, and I’m getting impatient. I start walking down the aisle, and my mom stops me. “Honey, where are you going?”
I look at her and my dad. They’re both tan and happy-looking. They’ve been on several cruises over the last few months, but they cut their trip short to come home for my wedding. “I’m going to get my bride.”
I lean down and kiss Mom’s cheek and then hug my dad. With a determined stride, I walk to the back of the church and listen for my fiancée. I hear my sister talking, and I follow her voice. When I get to the door where they’re at, I knock loudly.