He undressed me slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin. When I was naked beneath him, he just looked at me.
"What?" I asked, self-conscious.
"You're going to be round with my child soon." His hand splayed across my still-flat stomach. "That's the most erotic thing I've ever imagined."
"You have a breeding kink."
"I have a you kink." He kissed me. "Everything about you drives me insane."
He made love to me slowly, carefully, like I was something precious. None of the rough urgency from before. Just gentle touches and whispered words and so much emotion I could barely stand it.
"Home," he murmured. "This is home."
I couldn't speak. Could only hold him as he moved in slow, deep strokes that built pleasure gradually, sweetly.
"I love you," he said against my ear. "I'm going to take care of you. All of you. I promise."
"I love you too."
He kissed me as we moved together, his hand finding mine, fingers interlacing. When the orgasm rolled through me, it was soft and warm, spreading through my whole body like light. He followed moments later, groaning my name. He came inside me and stayed deeply seated inside. We lay there afterward, tangled together, his hand on my stomach.
"Marry me," he said.
I blinked. "What?"
"Marry me. For real, because I love you and I want you to be mine in every possible way."
"This is…"
"I know it's fast. I know we have things to figure out. But I'm sure, Katrina. I've never been more sure of anything." He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at me. "Marry me."
I should say no and be practical. Instead, I said, "Yes."
His smile was blinding. "Yes?"
"Yes. I'll marry you."
He kissed me again, deep and claiming and full of promise.
"The ring," he said suddenly. "Wait here."
He searched for his pants, naked, and returned a moment later with a small velvet box.
Inside was the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. There was a simple diamond solitaire, perfect and elegant.
"I bought it two weeks ago," he admitted. "I was just waiting for the right moment."
"You were that sure?"
"I was that hopeful." He slipped it on my finger. "Marry me soon."
"We can't get married that fast.”
"I can make anything happen fast." He kissed my hand. "Say you'll marry me this week."
"I…"
"Please. I want you to be my wife. Want our baby to be born with married parents. Want to start our life together now, not later."
