“I still can’t believe she’s ours,” he whispers again. “She’s perfect.”
I’m still in disbelief myself. “She’s incredible. We’re so lucky to have her.”
When I glance sideways, smiling towards Tommy, he captures my lips.
He whispers against my ear, “The baby’s quiet. We could blow the show off this afternoon and spend time in bed making another one. The boys and Connie have already gone ahead, so we’re all alone.”
“Tommy, we can’t,” I laugh, briefly leaving his arms and laying our baby gently in the cot we keep in this room. Turning back to face my man, I place my palms against his chest as he circles my waist. “Your mum will be here soon to babysit Bonnie, and apart from disappointing a hundred and fifty thousand people, the boys will lynch you if you miss this gig. This is the first time they’ve been to Brae Fest and they’ve been telling all their friends at school. They’re so excited.”
“Jesus, babe, using our fans is one thing, but using our boys against me is a low blow. You know they’re my weak point. But okay, you win. We’ll go, as long as you know I’m expecting a reward if I play out of my skin today.”
“Tommy Graham, I don’t doubt it.” I giggle.
Tommy takes my hand in his. “Before we go, there’s something I want to say.”
“Okay.”
His brow wrinkles. “You know how much I love you, right?”
“You tell me every day.”
“And the kids. I love them so much too.”
Our eyes meet as I cup his jaw. “What’s going on, Tommy?”
He drops to one knee, and my heart begins to thud.
“All I want is to make our family secure and complete, so I was hoping you could help me do that by becoming my wife.”
My hands cup over my mouth as my eyes widen.
“So, my beautiful Angie, will you marry me and be mine forever?”
“What have you done with my granddaughter? Are you hiding her from me?” Tommy’s mum, Jo, barges into the room but stops abruptly when she clocks her son down on one knee. “Oh my goodness. It’s happening,” she continues with a shaky voice. “David, get in here, quick!” she calls over her shoulder.
Tommy’s dad appears behind her. “Where’s the fire? I was having a lovely chat with Ray.”
Jo nods toward us. “Look at your son.” She beams.
Meanwhile, Tommy and I don’t move. Instead, we watch their reactions like some kind of farce from the seventies.
“Did you say yes?” Jo asks, coming towards us.
“Um, I uh—” Words fail me and my face heats.
“Oh my God! You haven’t given him your answer yet.” She abruptly turns around. “Out, David.”
“What?” he replies. “I thought we were babysitting.”
“Not yet.” Jo bellows. “We can come back in a minute.”
Tommy winks at me before he calls his parents back. “Come back in. We’d better get going anyway. We’re going to be late.”
“But you… Really?” Jo blushes.
I’m torn between calming my beating heart and controlling my giggles as I give Tommy’s bewildered mother a hug and a list of timings for the baby. Once we’ve said our goodbyes and Jo has apologised for the hundredth time, we climb into the car but can’t stop laughing.
“Why didn’t you let me answer while they were there?” I ask him once we’ve got our breaths back.
