He’s so fucking cute, I can’t stop smiling.
“But since you’re so excited that you can’t wait any longer.” He drops to one knee, back straight and head tipped up to look me in the eye.
He pops the box open and my heart melts. A light purple diamond, far bigger than necessary but completely gorgeous. The white gold band has tiny white diamonds decorating half of the loop just for added sparkle.
It’s perfect. Better than anything I would have picked out for myself.
“Anya Antonovna Morozova, you are the light of my life. My world was incomplete before I met you, and I’ll forever consider my greatest decision to be asking you to dance. Will you be my wife?”
Antonovna. The Russian patronymic way to say daughter of Anton. I don’t have an official middle name, but he’s learned enough about my family’s culture to know what to call me.
“Yes, yes, a million times yes,” I tell him, bouncing on my toes.
He stands up just in time for me to throw myself into his arms. Matteo laughs and spins me around, kissing me on the lips before setting me back down.
Taking my left hand, Matteo glides the ring onto my wedding finger and it fits like a glove. I turn my hand around to adore the sparkly diamonds and hop up and down some more.
“Who needs the beach? I’m so happy right now I could faint!”
“Please don’t faint,” he pleads seriously.
“I’ll try not to.” I laugh. “Eeeeep, I’m so excited. It’s perfect, Matteo. I love it, and I loveyou.”
“I love you too, baby. I can’t wait to be your husband, but we can stay engaged for however long you want.”
My heart feels mushy and full. “Do you think if we run fast enough, we can catch Aunt Irina in time to show her this before she leaves?”
“We can try.”
Chapter Forty-Six
Anya
I’m engaged.
A year ago, I would balk at the knowledge.
Today? I’m so happy I could scream like a little girl.
Everyone was happy for us, especially Aunt Irina. She’s already planning on throwing us an engagement party—a small one, she promises. Although, you might say that my little sister was happiest because she almost peed herself when she got our call. Being pregnant does weird things to your bladder, apparently.
Even though he knew about it, Anya’s father listened to her gush about her proposal and looked at her ring every time she wiggled it at him. But given the romantic nature of our news, Anton all but forced us to spend another night at the Moretti house. He couldn’t deny being happy with how elated his daughter was, but that didn’t mean he wanted to accidentally hear us doing any celebrating.
And celebrating, we are.
“I’m going to fuck you while you wear this ring,meraviglia.”
My hands surround her waist, holding her close as I walk forward, guiding her farther into my temporary bedroom. Anya sucks in a sharp breath as the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed.
“I can’t wait to be your wife,” she whispers, licking her lips as the confession leaves them.
“Yeah?” I ask, bending down to brush the question against the shell of her ear. “You want to be my pretty,sweetwife, baby? Do you want me to show you how I’ll treat you for being such a good wife, hmm? Do you want to take my cock as my fiancée for the first time?”
She shivers and nods. “Don’t tease me,lyubimy.”
Beloved.
Russian words flow so naturally off her tongue and it makes me want to taste them straight from the source.
