Even though I want to keep my new Jeep until I die and then be buried inside of it. Christian bought it especially tailored for me in every way, I’d throw a tantrum if anyone took it from me. It’s absolutely perfect.
Christian laughs softly. “Can I get a hot dad car?”
I bounce my brows. “Oh, yes!” I moan mockingly. “Please.”
“Can I get my McLaren back?”
My amusement fades and I glare. “It’s a two seater.”
“It’ll be our weekend car!”
“We arenotthose people, Christian Calloway.”
Laughing some more, he kisses my jaw. “I love you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you so much, Lana.”
His big, homey arms wind around me in a protective cocoon and suffocate me as he holds me into his chest. I pullback enough to kiss his jaw, but he brings his lips mine, molding perfectly.
“Marry me,” Christian rasps hoarsely.
“When?”
“Now,” he says, smiling. “It’s been five to seven years.”
I sniff a laugh. “Five years to be exact.”
“See?” He smiles tearfully. “Marry me.”
I smile.
“You told me yes once,” Christian rasps. “Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind now.”
I shake my head rapidly, sniffing as tears roll down. “I could never change my mind about you.”
With a boyish grin, Christian lifts me off his lap and tosses me aside, my body bouncing on the cushions. “Where are you going?”
Christian speeds out of the room, his footsteps echoing through the house as he bolts around for whatever he is looking for. I let him scramble about and settle back into the couch, pulling the blanket over my body again.
“Baby,” he breathes and sits beside me again.
I sit up, keeping the blanket over my legs. “Yeah.”
Christian swallows audibly. “I proposed to you when we were twenty three,” he says, his voice cracking and hoarse. He holds a red, velvet ring box in his hand, fidgeting with the lid as he stares into me. “So now, I’m giving you the ring.”
“But I love my ring,” I breathe, tracing the dainty, golden ring with my thumb.
“I know, baby.” Christian lowers himself from the couch and gets on one knee. He opens the lid and there is arockthat looks too heavy for my skinny finger, shining up at me.
“Christian…” I gasp. “This ring…”
“I’ve been dreaming of giving you this ring for years,” he confesses quietly.
The diamond is a large, emerald cut with a gold halo decorated in tiny diamonds. It’s breathtaking and maybe too obnoxious.I love it.
“This is the ring I’ve been wanting to get you since the moment I realized I was in love with you,” Christian says. “And this is the ring you deserve. I love you, Lana.”
I stammer for a bit, my mouth opening and closing with no coherent words coming out—only cries and breaths. “But…”
“Lana, this ring…” he rasps.
