Waking Up Pregnant(93)

                Jeff kissed her then. Slow and tender and sweet and perfect. When they broke away, half breathless with desire, Darcy asked, “So what do we do now?”

                Jeff nodded toward the counter. “I give you those flowers I brought for you, and woo you into letting me take you out by bribing you with that yellow-box-mix cake I made for you at Connor’s, and then I romance you until you beg me to marry you.”

                Darcy laughed, her brows high. “I’m supposed to ask you?”

                Very seriously, Jeff kissed her again. Then answered, “I’m a man you can count on. I promised you I wouldn’t ask again. But—” He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “I’m a sure thing. So whenever you feel safe. Whenever you feel solid about it. Tell me and—”

                “Marry me, Jeff.”

                He blinked at her, the corner of his mouth kicking up into a sexy grin that was all mayhem and mischief. “Why?”

                She gasped. “You just told me you’d say yes!”

                “Oh, you better believe I’m going to say yes. But you asked why. So I’m asking.”

                Laying her hand over his heart and taking his to rest over their growing baby, she nodded. “Because I love you. And you make me believe in happily ever afters. So say yes, please.”

                “Yes.”