“No, no! You don’t get to be at fault for this, not now, not ever. Nobody has ever kept me as safe as you. Nobody has ever made me feel as safe as you. Nobody has ever bugged my belongings to keep me safe, just you,” she says and smiles.
She is convinced my dad is the world’s greatest undercover agent now.
“Raymond was in the wrong, always was, not you. Yes, he hurt me and scared the crap out of me, but the only thing that got me through were thoughts of you and our future with our baby. I know that future won’t include that baby, but we’ll have more babies.”
“Yeah?” I rub a hand across my girl’s back, small, gentle circles because up until this precise second all discussions of babies have been a non-starter.
“Yes. In fact, ask me?”
I stare at her, unsure if I’m understanding correctly.
“Mason, ask me. We don’t need a compromise.” Her words prove I am understanding correctly. “I was going to ask you, inside, but—”
“Olivia, will you marry me?” I ask, having cut her off.
Although I know she’ll say yes, I am shitting myself until she grins and answers. “Abso-fucking-lutely. I seem to remember you saying that you’d marry me tomorrow and I have no plans.”
“What?” I’m a little startled at her eagerness.
“You heard, oh, and I am due for another contraceptive jab next week and I really don’t want to go for it.”
My grin feels as though it is going to split my face by the time my girl is leaning in and kissing me, confirming that she is going to marry me and we are going to make a baby.
Too quickly her lips leave mine and she is pulling me from the car to lead me into the club, which is closed. All the way up to VIP we go, searching for Dec, but when we get there it is decorated with balloons and on the floor are rose petals and tealight candles in the shape of a heart and in the middle of it, where we’re heading towards, are our initials.
“I told you I was going to ask you.” She has a radiant smile spreading across her beautiful face.
“But I asked you,” I shout, with a smile back at her.
“Yes, you did,” she whispers, then shouts loudly, “And I said yes!”
Suddenly the room is filling with our families and friends. There is no dinner, but there is a celebration, our engagement, the start of our future and our family.
Chapter 62
Mrs Harding
Six Weeks Later
“You are even sexier in a bikini than I imagined,” Mase says as I join him on the bed in the beach villa we’re honeymooning in.
“Have you imagined it much?” I’m already sitting astride him.
“More than is probably healthy.”
I giggle at his reply and then frown when he reaches for an envelope on the table nearby rather than grabbing the towel that is secured around my chest.
“I have something for you.” He grins.
“I know, I can feel it.” I gently rub myself against his naked erection beneath me.
“Not that,” he chastens and then thinks better of it. “I have that too, but this first.” He hands me the envelope and gestures for me to open it.
“A wedding present, Mrs Harding.” He beams, saying my married name, making me laugh at him.
“Why thank you, Mr Harding.” I pull the contents from the brown envelope, unfold the papers and it takes a few seconds for it to register.
“Mase, this is, no, it’s too much,” I protest but Mase shakes his head.
