Page 74 of Skye's Fall
I take a step toward her and she does the same until we’re holding each other.
“Skye Drake, I love you.” I brush her hair behind her ears and stare down into her face. She hasn’t said it back and I’m worried.
“Can you hold that thought for a minute?” Oh shit, what is happening?
She leads me to a table and gestures for me to sit and I do. I’m not anticipating what happens next.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Skye
My heart is beating a mile a minute as I grab the box off the table and drop to my knees in front of him. I’m sweating like a pig, super nervous. What if he says no?
“Lincoln, I have loved you since I was like thirteen. You bring me happiness and love and joy and anger, but I need that in my life. I need you. I know I messed up and I know I’m not perfect. But you are perfect for me. We’re perfect for each other. Sometimes it just takes some time to figure that out. I don’t want to let you go. I know we have a lot to talk about and work through, but I want to do that and everything with you,” I tell him, opening the box.
“Skye, are you proposing?” He looks skeptical.
“I am,” I nod, my heart feeling like it’s on fire now. It’s pounding so hard, I feel like he can hear it.
He stares at the ring for a minute before taking it out and turning it over.
“More coordinates?”
“Yes, where we first made love and the last time we made love. It’s also where we made this,” and I hand him a sonogram picture. And his eyes go wide.
“You’re . . .” he can’t even finish as I nod. I can feel the tears starting to fall as I wait to see what he’s going to do or say. I’m scared he’s going to run. I hope he doesn’t.
I don’t have to wait much longer before he’s falling onto the floor in front of me and pulling me into his lap. He brings his lips to mine and it’s perfect. This is perfect.
I sigh and relax in his arms, taking in his scent and heartbeat. And then I start to sob. Stupid hormones.
He breaks the kiss and stares at me and all I see is love in his eyes.
“What’s this?”
“Happy tears, I promise,” I tell him. No more sad tears.
“I love you. And I want to marry you, but I want to propose,” he says and I just chuckle, nodding.
“Okay,” I say. He can propose every day if it means I get to keep him. I’m not letting him go this time.
He picks the picture up off the floor where it fell when he fell to his knees in front of me and marvels at how small the baby is.
“It’s a peanut.”
“He or she will grow.”
“I know how this works,” he chuckles and I giggle.
“I’m going to be a fat slob,” I start to cry again.
“You will always be beautiful,” he says, kissing my forehead.
“I hope it’s a boy,” I say between sobs.
“Me too. I don’t know what I will do if it’s a girl. She won’t date until she’s thirty,” he grumbles. I laugh at that. I can see him as the dad who has a shotgun at the ready when she goes to dances. Heaven help the boy who breaks her heart, he won’t ever see her dad coming.
“What’s that smell?” He turns toward the kitchen where I’ve heated up the dumplings and other fixings. Ever and the girls made enough for an army.
