Page 55 of Love Sanctioned

I shook my head. “You’re a complete lunatic. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at your delivery. And no, you didn’t propose. You told me I’d marry you.”

He nodded. “Did I lie?”

I stood to my feet, moving the small distance toward him. Once in his reach, he pulled my body into his lap.

“No, you didn’t. I’d marry you barefoot in a swimsuit if that was your request,” I responded honestly.

He kissed my neck. “Good, but that ain’t necessary. I got your dress.” He then pointed to the laundry bag hanging on the hook near the door. I hadn’t realized it, but the hunter green bag had my logo on it. It was from my shop, which meant it was the dress.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Yup. Couldn’t get married without it.”

I turned my face to him. “How did you get it?”

“I know a young nigga good with locks.”

I giggled. “Posydiann.”

“What, man? I’m not lying. Had that shit handled, amongst other things. So you gonna marry me or what?”

“Now you wanna ask?” I poked fun at him.

“What I say about the lip?”

I giggled even more before finally answering him. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Good.” He then opened his hand, showing me the ring that had been there the entire time. Then he slid it on my finger.

I felt like my heart exploded in that moment, like nothing else could make it better. Then it hit me. He said we were getting married tonight, not tomorrow or next week. Tonight.

His face was buried in my neck when I paused. “Wait, Psy, you said tonight.”

“I know what I said.” He continued to kiss my neck, his hand easing up my shirt.

“What about my family? I have to call my mother and Kolton.”

“Kolton stopped by yesterday to drop off your bag and purse. I told him while you were asleep. They’ll be here a little later,” he said between kisses. “Now anything else before I consummate this engagement.”

“Even though that isn’t a thing, yes.”

“What?”

I hopped out of his lap, looking around for my purse. I spotted it on the dresser on the other side of the bed. I walked over, grabbed it, then went through it, looking for the sonogram image. When I had it in hand, I went to him. I sat at the foot of the bed, closest to where he was, my eyes locked on him before he realized what I was handing him.

When he had it in his hand he studied it while I studied him.

“My baby,” he said with a grin so contagious I was smiling too.

“Yes, your baby.”

Without another word ,he was on his feet. “You’re my baby too.”

I grinned. “Really?” He lowered his frame between my legs, pushing me back on the bed.

“You knew that already.” His hands were at the hem of my underwear.

“Probably.”