Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Look at my face.” He steps closer and traces my lips with his fingertip. “Do I look mad, baby? Haven’t you figured out by now that it would take a lot to make me truly pissed at you?”
“So can I tell you?”
He laughs and kisses my nose. “I think you already did.”
“We’re having a girl.” The giddiness bubbles up within me, and I bounce on the balls of my feet. “A little baby girl. And I think she’s going to be spicy.”
“Of course, she is.” He kisses me so softly, so gently, that it makes my knees weak. “Let’s take a selfie.”
Just like the first time.
I smile and open my phone. Blake shifts us so the mountains and lake are in the background, and we smile at the lens. He takes a few, then kisses my temple and takes another.
“One more,” he says. I look up at him, and he kisses my lips, snapping that moment as well.
And then, when I shove my phone back in my pocket, I turn to find my sexy man down on one knee, with a gorgeous ring clutched in his fingers.
“I love you so much, Harper. I can’t believe I endured the bare minimum for so long when you existed the entire time. You’ve shown me what it means to truly be in love, be best friends with the one person you can’t wait to see at the end of the day, and be with the one you trust above all else.”
Tears flow freely down my cheeks as I listen to every single beautiful word flowing out of his lips.
I don’t want to forget anything.
“I love the life we’re building together. No one gets me like you do. You set me on fire, and you soothe me all at the same time.”
God, at this rate, I’ll never stop crying.
“You’re everything good in this life, and I’d love nothing more than for you to be my wife. The mother of my children. I will do everything in my power, every single day, to make sure you never forget how much I fucking worship you.”
I squat in front of him, and my hands cover his. “I love you, and I feel so lucky that I found you. Of course, I’ll marry you.”
He wraps his arms around me, and we rise to our feet as his lips cover mine, kissing me almost desperately.
And then, he slips the ring on my finger, and more tears come.
“It was my grandmother’s,” he says, looking down at my hand. “Until I found you, she was my favorite person. She and my grandpa were married for sixty years, so I think this ring has good luck. But if you want something new, we can get you whatever you want.”
I have to swallow three times before I can manage to talk.
“I don’t have family heirlooms,” I say, the words barely above a whisper. “So the fact that you are giving this to me is really fucking big, babe.”
“She’d love you.” He kisses my temple and rubs his big hand up and down my back. “And I like to think she’s already held our baby.”
And now, I’m a blubbering mess.
“What was her name?” I ask him as I look up and see a tear in the corner of his eye.
“Isabelle.”
I nod and feel the baby kick next to my belly button, so I yank Blake’s hand against my abdomen. “Wait for it.”
I nudge the other side, and Blake’s eyes go round in awe as they hold mine.
“Do you feel that?”
“It’s a little flutter.” His voice is rough and low, and I cover his hand with my own, just as the baby kicks again. “Christ, we’re having a baby.”
I grin up at him. “I think her name is Isabelle. We’ll call her Belle, keeping with the B tradition. Is that okay with you?”
His smile could light up the night sky. “Yeah, baby. Yeah, that’s more than okay with me. Now, what kind of wedding do you want?”
“Small. Just our families and closest friends.”
“Shit, that’s not small, sugar.”
I chuckle with him as he rests his forehead against mine.
“I guess it’s not. Can we wait to do it until after the baby comes, so I can wear a pretty dress that isn’t a tent, and Belle can be there, too?”
“Baby, you can have whatever you want. Always. But maybe we take care of the legalities before she’s born.”
I cup his cheek, loving him so much. “Justice of the peace, you and me, before she’s born, and a celebration after.”
“It’s going to be a great life, Harper.”
“It already is.”
Epilogue
BROOKS BLACKWELL
“We wanted a small get-together to announce our engagement, and it turned into a party for fifty people,” Blake says, shaking his head as we stand outside our sister Billie’s house, taking everything in.
Billie and Connor’s place is the biggest out of all of ours, and Billie immediately volunteered to host this party. She and Harper have become close this year.