“When we came to get your office packed up. Olivia inventoried everything, then directed a few of the recruits to pack it up. If you want shit moved somewhere else, let me know and we’ll take care of it.”
“I swear, I feel like I’m gonna owe those women a kidney at this rate.”
He chuckled and pushed me gently further into the room. “Start thinking about colors and what you want in here.”
He pulled out a measuring tape and his phone and started taking notes.
“I don’t know the first thing about babies, Doom. I have no idea what we’re going to need.”
“That’s what a registry’s for,” he said distractedly. “We’ll hit a Target or that little boutique downtown and start throwing shit on it.”
I nodded, but the enormity of this responsibility was sinking in and I started to panic a little.
“Hey,” he said, gently, suddenly standing in front of me.
“Hmm?”
He lifted my chin and smiled. “You’ve got this. You’re gonna be a phenomenal mom, Lyric. Don’t start doubting yourself now.”
I dropped my face to his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I just feel like I turned that side off when I thought it would never happen, you know?”
“You’re gonna rock this, you’ll see.”
“I hope so.”
He kissed me gently, then slid something out of his pocket and knelt in front of me. “Okay, Angel, rubber meets road time. Will you marry me?”
He held up the sweetest sapphire and diamond ring I’d ever seen and I smiled. “Yes. This is beautiful, where did you get it?”
“It was my great grandmother’s,” he said, sliding it on my finger, and standing. “Dad brought it over when he came for dinner. He knows how much you love antiques and since this belonged to his mother’s mother, he thought it should go to you.”
My eyes filled with tears as I nodded. “Oh my god, you Marxx men are… I don’t know… so incredibly irresistible.”
“You think so?” He smiled. “If you want something else, I’ll buy it for you, you just let me know.”
“No. I love it. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” I stroked his beard. “I love you. And I love your dad. Thank you.”
He leaned down and kissed me. “We should get goin’. You’ve got a wedding to plan.”
I chuckled. “I have a case to prepare for.”
“You have a case to prep for and a wedding to plan.”
“Hold on,” I ordered. “Youaregoing to help me with this wedding, right?”
“You tell me what you need and I’ll do it, Angel, but if you ask me about colors, my opinion will always be black.”
I laughed. “Okay, got it.”
“And I’m not wearin’ a tux.”
I wrinkled my nose. “But you’d look sohotin a tux.”
“Non-negotiable.”
“Kilt?”
“Not wearin’ a skirt, Lyric.”
