The doctor had a point. And if there was more pleasure like they’d just shared—if this was what their future looked like—then he wasn’t waiting for a goddamn thing. Seth’s earlier misgivings felt misguided, overly cautious. He wished the niggling worries would just go the fuck away.
“If she’s going to carry our babies, don’t you think she should have a ring on her finger?” Beck pressed. “She wants one. She told me that earlier.”
“Then you’re right. Let’s do this.”
Together, they fetched a bottle of champagne from Beck’s wine fridge and three crystal flutes. The moment was important. For the second time tonight, they were about to change everything.
When they returned to the bedroom, Heavenly was still sleeping peacefully, the sheet now draped across her curves, making her look like a goddess recovering after being thoroughly worshipped. The sight sent another wave of possessive satisfaction through Seth.
They set the glasses and bottle on the nightstand, and he wondered if they should take her out for a romantic dinner, surround her with flowers, and make it the kind of proposal she’d probably dreamed about as a little girl. But he also understood Beck’s urgency. After tonight, after crossing this irrevocable line, it felt right to cement their bond officially.
Beck knelt beside the bed. Seth joined him, positioning himself next to the surgeon, close to where Heavenly lay.
“Wake up, little girl.” Beck caressed her shoulder.
Her lashes fluttered. When her eyes opened, they were soft and unfocused. But as she took in the sight of both men kneeling and holding the ring box between them, she bolted up with a gasp, her expression shifting from sleepy to wide-eyed.
Seth’s throat went dry. His fingers trembled as he gripped his side of the velvet box.
“Heavenly Hope Young…marry us.” Beck’s voice was thick with emotion.
“Say yes, angel. We’ve come so far. We can conquer anything together.”
“And we can’t imagine our lives without you,” Beck vowed reverently. “We want to marry you. Have children with you.”
“Build a beautiful life with you.” Seth’s heart pounded as he lifted the lid of the box, the tiny hinges hissing in a soft whisper.
The diamond glinted as Beck plucked the ring from its velvet nest. “All you have to do is say yes.”
For a moment, she blinked, just staring at them, her eyes filling with tears. Seth began to sweat as he held his breath. The silence stretched. His world teetered.
Was Heavenly having second thoughts? He hadn’t even considered that she might turn them down. Goddamn it. Raine had refused to marry either Liam or Hammer for months, insisting that she couldn’t choose one over the other. Fuck, had the princess rubbed off on Heavenly?
Finally, she let out a half laugh, half squeal before she tossed off the sheet and threw herself into their arms.
“Yes!” she gasped against Seth’s neck, then pressed kisses to Beck’s face. “Yes! Of course!”
Thrill crashed over Seth, nearly knocking him sideways. They kissed her feverishly, desperately, pushing her back to the mattress as Beck slipped the ring onto her finger with shaking hands. For a moment, the band caught at her knuckle before Seth assisted, helping the doctor slide it home. Something fundamental shifted in his chest, like a lock clicking into place. Then they adored her with their hands and mouths, whispering promises of forever.
When they finally came up for air, all of them breathing hard, Heavenly stared down at her hand in wonder. “It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you,” Beck murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Seth traced the outline of the ring with one finger, marveling at how right it looked there. “Beck is right, angel.”
Heavenly smiled. “Oh, my goodness. I can’t stop looking at it. I couldn’t have picked anything more perfect.”
Guilt panged Seth. He hadn’t had a fucking thing to do with picking out her engagement ring. He would offer to pay Beck for half, of course. But that wasn’t the same as the two of them choosing it together.
Seth wanted to be annoyed the doctor had bought it without consulting him. Hell, without even talking to him. But he could only blame himself. Until an hour ago, the two of them had feared—with good reason—that he had one foot out the door.
“It looked like you.” Beck pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
“Gosh, we’re engaged! I guess we need to set a date.” She turned to Seth. “But I don’t want to upstage your mother’s wedding.”
“And we have to consider your schooling,” Seth pointed out. “You’ve worked hard. We want you to graduate on time.”
“I do, too, but if we keep this up, by the time I get my degree, I’ll be pregnant. And if we get married after that, I’ll have to waddle down the aisle.”
