“No touching, huh?” He winked at Laird. “Does that mean that I’m yours?”
“It does.” Laird rolled up on his elbow and stared down at him. “It really does. Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course, you can always ask me a question.” Devon loved all the little peeks into how Laird’s mind worked.
“You know how I feel about you, right?” Laird traced a line from his forehead down to the tip of his nose and over his lips down to his chin. It left little tingles behind, that touch.
“Is that the question?” Devon teased, tilting his head to kiss Laird’s fingertip. “I think I do. I think—I hope you love me as much as I love you.”
“I love you more than life itself, and I want to marryyou, Dev.” Laird swallowed hard. “I want to make everything legal and aboveboard and forever. I want you to know I mean it, even if sometimes I suck at showing it. I want to be your husband.”
His breath whooshed right out of his lungs, and Devon stared at Laird, lips parted. Tears gathered in his eyes, and he shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing.
Laird’s bright blue eyes filled with a panicked expression. “Is that a no? Oh my God, baby?—”
“No! No, that’s a yes!” He threw himself at Laird, knowing his big alpha would catch him. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”
“Oh thank God!” Laird relaxed, laughing his expression now one of intense relief. “You had me all scared, you were shaking your head and you put your hand over your mouth.”
“I just couldn’t believe you were actually asking me. I think it completely took me by surprise, but, of course I want to marry you.” He hugged Laird tight and then kissed that mouth because there was nothing else to do.
“Mmmm.” Laird picked him up by his butt, so they were on a closer level to each other, then he kissed him until he couldn’t see straight. “Do we get to tell our families today, or are we going to keep it to ourselves until the new year?”
“Oh, we should tell them today, your people, Raven and his granny.” Devon chuckled softly. “I’ll call and tell my folks first, since they were the last to find out about the baby.”
“Perfect. Then that’s what we’ll do. I just wanted to make sure you didn’t want to just sit on it for a few and revel in it, you know?”
“A couple of months ago, I probably would’ve because I’m so not used to having local people to tell things exceptRaven, but I want our families to know.” He grinned up at Laird, his heart so filled with joy.
“Do you think your family will be happy?” Laird asked, then Devon nodded.
“I think they’ll be over the moon.” Mom and Dad were divorced, and they both had new families. Although that was sort of a misnomer because neither of their second marriages were new. And neither were his stepsiblings and half-siblings. He was just the one remaining eldest child of a marriage that had dissolved.
His true family was here in more ways than one.
“So do you want a big wedding? Do you want to just get married? Do you want something intimate?”
Devon pondered that. “I don’t know. I don’t think I want a big wedding. Regardless, when we get married, you have to wear a kilt.”
Laird’s laugh rang through the bedroom. “Yes, that I understood. Are you going to wear one too?”
“You don’t think I’d look stupid? I’m not stacked like you are. I’m skinny.”
“They made skinny Scots.”
“No, not the kind that I want to see wearing a kilt anyway. And besides, I don’t need to see my legs. I want to see yours. It’s my wedding.”
“Point taken, baby.” Laird kissed him. “I love that you love my kilt.”
He grinned. “We should probably get ready to go somewhere. Where is it we’re going first?” God, being pregnant made his memory go. He had just had the order of events in his mind.
“Baby, it’s still early. We can have breakfast. Shower. Play with cats.” Laird tugged the covers up to keep them warm.
“Oh, I love that.” He adored spending time in bed with Laird. “Maybe we could watch a couple of Christmas cartoons?”
“Oh, are you a Charlie Brown guy or a Grinch?”
“The Year Without Santa Claus. Heat Miser and Cold Miser all the way.”
