“Since the time I climbed up your balcony.”
She giggled and he grinned.
Opening the box, his grandmother’s ring was nestled inside. The four-carat diamond cluster was embedded in white gold, and Levi took the ring out and waited.
His palms were sweating and a drop trickled down his temple. He could feel his shirt sticking to his skin.
She was the most important thing in the world to him.
If she said no, then he would become a hermit. He would live his life alone, forever going from job to job without a harbor.
Taking a deep breath, Levi took the leap and spoke.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes.” she answered without hesitation.
His heart threatened to pound out of his chest. Almost lightheaded from the relief, he lifted her hand and slid the ring on her finger.
Pulling her into his arms, he bent his head and kissed her.
When she pulled back, she gazed up into his eyes.
“I hope you were serious about kids.”
He smiled. If that was the most of her worries, then she could rest assured.
“I meant every word,” he said.
“Good…daddy.”
Her smile was sly.
Six months later…
Levi stepped off the plane and hefted his duffle bag over one shoulder as he made his way toward the inside of the airport.
“Where are you headed to?” West asked, walking quickly at his side.
“Home,” he said.
They had just returned from his last mission, and he’d been away from Sara at a time when he needed to be there. His only comfort was that Lily and Michelle were with her.
“You?” Levi tossed West a glance.
“I’m heading out in the morning, so I got a hotel for the night.”
“Alright, man, keep in touch and stay safe.” Levi shook West’s hand when they reached the outside of the terminal.
“You too, enjoy retirement,” West cackled. “If you call being a bodyguard retired.”
“Ass,” Levi muttered, but he was smiling. “See ya.”
Sliding into the back of the Uber that would take him to Sara, he gazed out the window, thinking about the past six months.
Sara had dropped a bombshell on him that day in the garden.
She was going to have his baby.