Page 207 of Glass Jawed
She’s stomping her feet in the cutest little happy dance, wiping her face with the sleeve of her wrap. I take her left hand gently and slide the ring onto her finger. It fits like I knew it would.
And the moment I stand, she practically launches at me—arms around my neck, lips crashing into mine.
I kiss her back, hard. I could kiss her for a lifetime and still not get enough.
Then it hits me.
The video—and my eyes fly open.
“Baby,” I mumble between kisses, “I’m recording this for your mom. We gotta keep it PG.”
She pulls back for one second—just long enough to smirk. Then she jumps. Legs wrap tight around my waist, arms looped around my neck, face flushed and triumphant.
“You can crop it,” she murmurs, kissing down my jaw. “Add a little bokeh effect, who’s gonna know?”
“You’re diabolical,” I groan, holding her tighter.
“Yourdiabolical.”
“I can’t send Kiki Aunty a sex tape, Rohi.”
She licks her bottom lip, looking completely unrepentant. “Stop talking and start carrying me to bed, husband-to-be.”
Husband.
Christ.
“Fuuuck... CUT!” I yell at no one, making her burst out laughing.
I half-stumble to the counter like a drunk man on roller skates, my hand smacking around for the phone while she clings to me like a very needy backpack. We’re giggling like idiots, high off the moment, thelove.
I finally slam my thumb onto the screen.
Recording:Stopped.
Thank god.
She tugs my shirt collar, eyes glittering with mischief and something softer beneath it. “I love you, future Mr. Talwar.”
I look at her—eyes, nose, lips, all of her—and fall in love again. Like it’s the first time.
“I fucking love you, future Mrs. Vale.”
She squeals and buries her face in my neck. I carry her toward the bedroom, heart pounding, grinning like an idiot the whole way.
Yeah. This is it.
This. Is. It.
BONUS EPILOGUE TWO
Lucian
TWO YEARS INTO MARRIAGE
“No, no, no—fuck no,” I mutter, staring at the puddle forming at her feet.
She doubles over, clutching her belly with a grunt of pure rage and pain.
