This outfit was a mistake.
At first I thought I wanted to do the whole sexy siren thing, but you have to possess an enormous amount of confidence to pull that off, even with the man you love, and right now I’m feeling the polar opposite of confident. It feels desperate.
“I really do just want to talk.”
He drops his hands.
“I’m so fucking confused right now.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
I run out of the kitchen and into the first floor bathroom. I put on the robe that is hanging on the back of the door and take a long look at myself in the mirror.
You tried to put a Band-Aid on a gaping hole tonight, dummy.
“What just happened, Elizabeth?” Roman asks with concern through the door.
He probably thinks I’m insane.
“I’m just tired.”
“Open the door, baby.”
I slowly open the door and am met with deeply concerned eyes.
“Why did you put the robe on?”
“It was a stupid idea.”
“What was stupid? To cook me a delicious dinner or to surprise me dressed in something sexy as hell?”
I wrap the robe tighter around my waist, hugging myself in the process.
“You wanted to talk, right?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope it was about our wedding. I’d like to marry your pretty ass before our son is old enough to ask us for the car keys, or does that ring on your finger mean nothing to you at all?”
I gaze lovingly into his eyes.
“It means everything.”
“Then set the date.”
“I wanted to wait.”
“For what?”
“For the right time.”
“The perfect time for us to become man and wife is right the fuck now.”
“Maybe once I lose a little more weight.”
“You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Your new curves make my dick applaud every time you enter a room. You better not lose another fucking pound, Elizabeth, and I want your wedding dress to hug your hips, ass, and tits properly. I want everyone to see what a prize I’ve won and how I’m the luckiest fucking man on the planet. You’re not my girlfriend or my baby’s mama, Duchess, you are my life and I want to make this legal for the world to see.”
I’m having a full ugly cry at this point.
