Page 172 of Huckleberry Hill
Tears misted my eyes. “Was that your proposal?”
He scoffed. “Not even close.”
“Oh. Well, the sentiment was nice.”
Declan grinned. “I promise you when I propose, you’ll know. And you’ll be really happy you waited for me to surprise you.”
“I stand by what I said. I don’t want you to feel like you have to marry me just because we’re having a baby.”
“I was going to marry you regardless.” He shrugged. “But the little sprout kind of pushed the timeline forward.”
My insides went gooey like a chocolate chip cookie fresh out of the oven.
Hmm. Chocolate chip cookies.
He linked our fingers together and brought my hand to lips. “We’re going to be here for a few hours. Can I get you anything?”
“What are you, a mind reader? I could kill for chocolate chip cookies.”
He stood up and gently released my hand. “Mission accepted.”
“You mind if I call my sister and friends and share the good news with them?”
He kissed my forehead and then my lips. “Absolutely. Share the joy.”
I watched him walk out of the room, my heart fluttering with happiness.
Even though I wanted to call my sister and friends, I wanted just another moment to revel in news.
A baby.
With Declan.
Wow.
For the first time in my life, I was completely content. I was getting everything I’d ever dreamed of. A man who loved me. A baby. And living with family who would be there for me.
My phone buzzed, startling me out of my reverie.
“Hello,” I blubbered.
“You’re crying,” Salem said. “Why are you crying?”
“Because I’m happy.”
“That’s weird. You usually cry when you’re sad.”
“Well, I’ve done enough of that already. Now I get to cry because I’m happy.”
“I’m happy you’re happy then.”
“Don’t you want to know why I’m happy?”
“Of course. Did you open your boxes yet?”
I was momentarily thrown by my sister’s boomerang in conversation.
“I opened a few of them, but things have been kind of crazy here, so I didn’t get to your inappropriate present, whatever that might be.”
