Page 134 of Burn Falls
“I’m not talking about sex, sweets.”
“Then what are talking about?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then let’s go.” Draven stood and held out his hand.
“Are you going to tell me now?” I asked as he drove north.
“Nope.”
We drove some more.
“Now?”
“Nope.”
A few hours later, Draven took the exit for Fairbanks. “We’re going to see the Northern Lights?”
“Maybe.”
I smiled as I looked out the window at the dark sky. When Draven stopped the car, I realized we were at the same viewpoint as we were the first time we saw Aurora together.
We weren’t there for more than a minute before the lights finally lit up the sky and the green waves started. As I gazed up, I didn’t realize that Draven had dropped to a knee beside me until he said my name.
“Calla,” I looked down on him to see that he was holding up ahugediamond ring. My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth in shock. “The first time we came here, I knew I was in love with you. I might not have admitted it, but I knew at the time that I wished we had forever. Now that we do, I was wondering if you’d spend it with me? Will you marry me?”
I didn’t hesitate before I flung myself into his arms.
“Yes!”
EPILOGUE
Eight Months Later
The snow was falling as we left our house for the graveyard. My daughter, Luna, was in the backseat playing on her iPad, and Calla, my wife, was in the passenger’s side.
A lot had changed in eight months.
Calla and I married in Seattle one starry night in May in Martin’s backyard. She wasn’t able to hide the fact she was pregnant, so we made sure everyone knew.
“You’re not eating?” I heard Valencia ask Calla.
We were at Martin’s having dinner before the big night. Of course, the food was for the mortals. Martin’s three girls were all having sleepovers for the night since his house was overtaken by Calla’s family.
Calla shrugged. “Not hungry.”
I smiled warmly at Calla sitting next to me and squeezed her knee under the table.
“As your maid of honor, I’m forcing you to eat so you’re not—”
Calla abruptly dashed off—fast. Morning sickness for a vampire was different from a human since the only thing Calla could throw up was blood. Plus our mornings were at nighttime.
I rushed after her, but heard Al ask, “How did they both run that fast?”
“Sweets, you okay?”
