“You know what I’m gonna say,” I mumbled. I cleared my throat, feeling like the world’s biggest jackass. “And you know why I’m gonna say it. I love you. I don’t want anything but you for the rest of my life. I want us to be a family for real, officially. I talked it over with Gigi, and she feels the same way.” I pulled out the box, opening it. “Will you marry me?”
It wasn’t poetry. Not even close. Even so, she cried, and when she gave me her hand, she was smiling wide.
“Of course I’ll marry you.” I slid the ring on her finger, and she gasped when she got a look at it. There was only one other time when I felt so much relief—when I knew she and Gigi were safe that night at the motel.
Gigi cheered and clapped. When I finished kissing Jamie, we held out our arms to include our daughter.
“In my heart, we’ve been married all this time,” Jamie murmured to me. “But it’s nice, knowing you want it to be official.”
“I do. I want you to know I’m your man, always.”
“Champagne time!” Gigi went behind the bar. When she found the bottle, she held it up.
“Okay, okay. Chill. You can’t have any, anyway.” I went around to take the bottle from her.
“Actually, she’s not the only one who can’t.”
“What?” I was too busy pouring, I didn’t hear what she said.
“I said I can’t have any champagne.”
I stopped pouring. Her words started to make sense. She couldn’t…I looked up.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “I hope you’re glad.”
“Glad?” I went back over to her and held her as tight as I thought I could get away with. “Glad? I’m fucking thrilled!” I laughed.
“Dad! Language.” Gigi stood next to us. “What’s happening?”
Jamie crouched down. “I’m going to have a baby.”
I never thought I would hear my daughter scream like that. She threw her arms around Jamie’s neck and even cried a little.
“I’m so happy!” We both hugged her. I was happy, too. I couldn’t believe my family grew so fast.
“That was my surprise for you two. You’re not the only ones who know how to surprise people.” Jamie laughed, wiping her eyes, then wiping Gigi’s.
“Hey,” Gigi whispered. She giggled, pulling Jamie’s ear to her mouth. Jamie listened, then laughed.
“I forgot all about that! You were right!”
“What’s so funny?” I looked at the two of them.
Jamie smiled up at me. “A year ago, your daughter asked me a question. At the time, I said no.”
“What was the question?”
“She asked if I would be her step-mommy. I guess you could say she proposed before you did.”
***
After dinner, once Gigi was in bed and the house was locked up, I pulled Jamie by the hand into our room. My fiancée. Mother of my children. I couldn’t wait to be with her.
“My wife. I’ll have to get used to that,” I whispered, nibbling her neck. She giggled, then sighed as I licked a slow trail up to her earlobe, biting just a little.
“You don’t have to get used to it yet,” she teased. “We could have a long engagement.”
“I don’t care.” I took her ass in my hands, gripping it, pulling her to me. She gasped, moaning, tilting her head back. “As long as I’m with you.” I started from her neck again, this time going from the bottom to her chin, to her mouth.
We had been together for a year, and it still felt just as hot when we kissed as it did the first time. There was more to it than just that. There was love, and history. On that night, there was a lot of hope for the future, too.
“Are you sure it’s okay to do this?” I asked, even while I pulled the sweater over her head and took her tits in my hands. She sighed, closing her eyes while I played with them. I pulled the cups down just enough to flick my thumbs over her nipples, making them stand up before my tongue found them.
“Yes. I’m sure. And I need you.”
I growled, pulling her to me for another kiss. She bit my lip, and I hissed through my teeth. All she did was make me harder. I pressed myself against her, grinding my growing erection against her hip. She moaned into my mouth, then slid her hand between us to rub it against my bulge. That wasn’t good enough, so she unzipped me and slid her hand inside. I gasped when she made contact with my aching cock, already hard and desperate to be inside her. She stroked slowly, teasing me. Building me up.