Beckett put an arm around my waist, stepping behind me. “If at any moment you change your mind, we can just leave.”
“But your grandmothers…”
“They’ll live. Trust me.”
We moved deeper into the store, still entangled.
I laughed. “We look a bit ridiculous.”
“Possibly, but I don’t care.” He kept his hand firmly on my belly. He did that super often these days, and I loved it. It almost seemed like he was doing it unconsciously. I couldn’t feel the baby move yet, but Ifeltthat he or she enjoyed the touch as much as I did.
“Want to sit down while we wait for the grandmothers?” Beckett asked, pointing to the back where they had all the soaps and candles stacked up. They’d put two armchairs there as well.
“Hey, these weren’t here before. And yep, my pregnant ass wants to sit down.”
I was getting tired fast these days—one of the reasons I mostly worked from the penthouse instead of going into the office. I was still working at MarketingPros for now. Because the campaign for Beckett was a smashing success, Josh was hinting at a promotion. But I wasn’t sure I wanted that in the long term. I wanted to set up my own company.
“You shouldn’t be on your feet too long.”
“Beckett, I’m not sick. I’m just pregnant.”
“I know, but you’ve been tired these past few days.”
That was true. And this man was taking care of me just the way he’d promised.
As we sat down in the armchairs, I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. When I opened them again, Beckett was staring at me. The look in his eyes was strange. But why?
I tilted my head, glancing at the shelf to my left, taking in the gorgeous way in which they’d arranged all the soaps.
Wait a second.One of the little soap boxes had my name on it.
“That is for you,” Beckett said. He seemed to be bursting at the seams. “Want me to open it for you?”
I could do it myself, of course, but I liked that he wanted to take care of me. “Sure, why not?”
He rose from his armchair and took the box from the shelf. It didn’t have a label on it, although it was the same shape as the rest of the boxes.
“Want to take a guess what’s in it?”
“Hmm. Maybe some sort of soap concoction that contains lilac.”
“Nah, time for something else. Lilac’s already done its job,” Beckett said with a wink.
“I didn’t think about that.”
He swallowed hard. “Ready for me to open it?”
I nodded, straightening up in the chair. He was so excited about this that it was contagious.
Beckett started to uncap it. At the same time, he leaned forward while lowering himself to the floor.
Oh my God! Is he getting sick? Collapsing?
Then I realized he’d purposefully lowered himself. When he finally uncapped the box, I felt lightheaded. He had a ring, and he was down on one knee!
“You brought me here to propose,” I concluded.
“Hell yes!”
