Page 67 of Mike's Assistant

As if conjuring the man himself, I lifted my head and smiled. “Not really,” I said, placing my guitar aside. “Get the boys to bed?”

Jake laughed. “Yes. They had so much fun with Lucas’s nephews and nieces. They played hide and seek.”

I grinned. “It’s fun playing hide and seek at the den. We should try it. I can shift and find you.”

“Who knows, I may be the one shifting and finding you,” Jake replied, sighing heavily as he sat on the bed.

“How are you feeling about that?” I asked, butterflies filling my stomach. I knew he said he wouldn’t leave me, but I was still worried he’d hate what was happening to him.

Jake chuckled. “Surprisingly okay.” He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “I mean, I could think of worse things, you know, like getting pregnant. Oh, wait, that can happen.”

I laughed at his sarcasm. “Jake, I—”

“No, Mike, I’m just teasing. Even if we get pregnant, I’ll be okay with it. You know why?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Because I have you. I love you.”

My heart swelled at his words. “I love you, too.”

Jake sighed again and laid back on the bed. “It was a busy day today. It’s going to be nice just being your assistant tomorrow.”

I leaned over him and stared into his eyes. “You’re never just my assistant, Jake. You’re my world, my heart, my love.” I bent forward and kissed his lips.

He moaned and pressed into my kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck, but I pulled back. He looked at me with a confused expression. “Why’d you stop?”

I sat up, and he followed. “Because I—”

“Hey, if you’re about to suggest we use condoms because I can get pregnant now, I’m going to beat you. I love the feel of you,” he interrupted indignantly.

I laughed. “No, I would never dream of that. It’s just I thought of some new lyrics.”

Jake narrowed his eyes. “And you want to write them down? Now?”

“Actually. I want you to hear them,” I said, grabbing my guitar.

Jake smiled and shifted to face me fully. “Okay, but afterward, we’re getting back to busy.”

“Absolutely.”

My fingers strummed the cords, and I began the song. “In the hustle of the day, beneath the city lights, your big brown eyes are my guiding star, my beacon of the night….”

Jake scrunched his brow as I continued to sing. “I thought you said new lyrics. This is our song. The one you sang for me,” he said at a break.

“It is, but I added to it.” I smiled and completed a new bridge. My heart raced as I began the new lines. I prayed Jake liked them, even loved them.

Now I stand, guitar in hand, asking you to understand, My love is true, and I hope you see I'm asking you to marry me. Your love's the melody to my song. With you and your brothers is where I belong.

With this ring, under the star's light, I promise to hold you and your brothers every night, I'll be patient, I'll be kind, in your love, my home I find. You're my mate, my destiny. Say you'll be with me for eternity.

I stopped playing and placed my guitar down before turning to my nightstand. Pulling out the black velvet box, I turned back to Jake, who had tears in his eyes.

“Will you marry me, Jake?” I asked, showing the platinum ring.

He didn’t reply, and my heart stopped. He leaned forward and kissed my lips. “Yes,” he whispered before deepening the kiss.

I pulled back. “Yes, you said yes.” I kissed him again, smiling and laughing.

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