“It’s alright,” she said, knowing instinctively what he needed once again. “I won’t break. I promise.”
• • •
“Marry me.” Ryan whispered into her throat as he cuddled into her side afterwards.
“What?”
“I want you to marry me.” Ryan lifted his head to look down at her. Kennedy looked ravished and completely sated. He felt proud as his ego congratulated him for a job well done.
“I’m not sure how much alcohol you consumed before I arrived, but we are married. That’s why people keep on calling me Mrs. Carville,” she teased.
“A little chapel on the road in Vegas, with Elvis as the officiate is not a wedding. We have done everything backwards since the beginning,” he said. “We are married but we didn’t have a wedding really. I want us to invite our family and friends. I want us to get married in a church.”
“Are you sure? It would mean our mothers’ planning it.”
“What about you?”
“I’m pregnant. I’ll drive you crazy with the details.”
“I don’t mind being driven crazy.”
“You don’t huh?”
Ryan scooted next to her and pulled her into his arms. “You belong to me. You are my other half. My own angel. Marry me, please. Again.”
She smiled, happy at last. “Sure, why not?”