Page 43 of His Curvy Woman

She has a fry halfway to her mouth when she stops and looks around. “Where’s your food?”

“I had a late lunch, and I’m not really hungry right now.”

She pops the fry in her mouth and chews it quickly, then points another fry at me. “That’s bullshit, and you know it. You’re always hungry. What happened tonight with the Marshall?”

I know I need to tell her about the car following me, but she’s finally not jumping from every noise. It kills me to have to be the one to take away her feeling of safety. “On the way to meet with him, I’m pretty sure someone was following me.”

“The car was black, wasn’t it?”

I nod, and a single tear rolls down her cheek. “Hunter…”

“What is it, baby?”

“I’m pregnant.” She places her hand over her stomach then looks up at me. “I took a test today when I got home. I was going to wait and see the doctor and get one of those ultrasound pictures. I had it all planned out. I wanted to surprise you.”

Placing my hand over hers, I call her name, and she looks up at me. “Knowing my child is growing inside of you is gift enough. I can’t wait to be a father… or a husband.”

“A husband?”

I kiss the side of her face and stand. “I’ll be right back, baby, stay here for a second.”

Hurrying to our bedroom, I go to my dresser and pull out the engagement ring I’ve had since before I moved back. I open the blue velvet box and stare at the ring, hoping she loves it. Snapping the box closed, I walk back out to the living room where Whitley is sitting in the same spot that I left her.

I kneel at her feet, and she gasps as I take her left hand in mine. “Whitley Ann Grant, I love you more than anything in this entire world. I loved you before I even knew what love meant. I will treasure you in entirety until my dying breath. Please do me the honor in becoming my wife as you become the mother of our child.”

I wipe her tears away with the back of my knuckles, then pull out the ring box and pop the lid, showing her the ring I spent weeks searching for. “Will you marry me?”

Whitley springs from the couch, wrapping her arms around my neck as we fall to the floor, our bodies tangled and lying side by side as we look into each other’s eyes. Then she peppers my face with kisses.

“Tell me that’s a yes, baby,” I say laughing and a little unsure since she hasn’t given me an answer yet.

She smiles wide. “I love you so much, Hunter Stone. Of course, I’ll marry you.” She says and gives me a long, deep kiss.

I ended up dropping the box when she lunged at me, so I sit up and look around for it. Whitley sits up too. After a few seconds, I find it and pull the ring out of the box and grab Whitley’s left hand, sliding the ring onto her ring finger.

Whitley holds her hand up to her face and studies the ring. She’s quiet for the longest time as she looks it over. I start to worry that she hates it, but finally, a small smile breaks across her face, and she looks up at me. “It’s so beautiful, Hunter. Something I would have never picked, but absolutely stunning and perfect in every way. Thank you.”

“The intricate design surrounding the round diamond was unique, and something I hadn’t seen before. It’s rare just like you.”

“I love it.”

“More than me?” I joke.

She looks down at the ring and then back at me. “I don’t know Hunt, the ring might just win this one.” She teases me.

“You little brat.”

She sticks her tongue out at me, and when I go to grab her, she jumps up and runs down the hall to our bedroom. I’m up and quickly following behind her, catching her just as we get to the bed.

We spend the rest of the night, making sweet love. I get up in the middle of the night to make sure the house is locked up and throw her forgotten food in the trash. While in the kitchen I peek through the blinds of our bay window looking to see if the car that followed me is there. When I see nothing, I breathe out a sigh of relief and go back to bed.

As soon as Whitley told me she was pregnant, I knew I wouldn’t be able to do what McManus wanted. I couldn’t take the chance of leaving her to raise our child on her own. Whatever happens, I’m going to be here, protecting her and our unborn child. McManus and I will have to figure something else out. Leaving isn’t an option.

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