In the bedroom, she hoisted Magnus onto her shoulder and patted his back. He promptly spit up all over her bathrobe and the ends of her hair, but she was too happy to care. “Oh, Mags, everything is going to be okay,” she said, scrubbing at herself with a baby wipe while she gently rocked him. “Now go to sleep so I can get back to your da. I’m sure we have loads more to discuss.”
She smiled to herself, fairly certain they wouldn’t keep their clothes on long enough to have much of a discussion. But there would be plenty of time for both. Dear lord, why was Mags still awake? Surely his grandparents and aunt and uncle and four thousand godparents had tired him out with all their attention? She realized she wasn’t helping matters, bouncing around with pent up anticipation.
She forced herself to pace slowly and hum his favorite tune until he was asleep, then she lowered him into his crib, patting his fat cheek before she raced back to the living room.
When she huffed back into the room, Sam stood up abruptly, an intense look in his sea green eyes. She stopped in the doorway, her breath catching when she saw that he was holding a small square box. He dropped to his knees.
“Oh Sam, no,” she said, covering her face. “I’m in my bathrobe and I have spit up in my hair.”
“You’ve never been more beautiful to me,” he said.
She hurried over and dropped down in front of him, taking his face in her hands, her eyes welling up with tears for the millionth time that night.
“It’s one knee,” she said shakily. “You’re on both knees.”
He shook his head at her. “You’re not supposed to be down here with me,” he said, biting his lower lip.
She kissed him hard and laughed. “Yes,” she said, swiping at her eyes and kissing him again. There wasn’t an ounce of uncertainty in her mind.
“We’re doing this all wrong.” Sam frowned and popped open the box. The marquis cut diamond caught the light, glittering in her tear blurred vision. She held out her trembling hand and he put the ring on her finger with a smile that rivaled the diamond. “Evelyn, will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she said again, feeling like she was glowing, as if her happiness could light every house in the village.
“And don’t take that bloody job. Stay here.” He put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
“Okay. I didn’t want that bloody job, not really.”
He kissed her nose, then her mouth, then her chin. “You’ll find something in your own time. You’re brilliant and talented and gorgeous.”
“I love you,” she whispered close to his mouth.
He nodded. “I love you. Let’s get married tomorrow.”
She laughed and sat down cross legged, her knees beginning to hurt from kneeling. He followed suit and sat down across from her, taking both her hands in his and rolling the ring nervously on her finger.
“Are you crazy? My parents would disown me.” She leaned over and kissed him, he looked so flustered. “We can probably keep the christening a secret, but I’m pretty sure they’d want to be at our wedding.”
“I’m just trying to lock you down,” he said. “Advice from Leo.”
“You mustn’t ever take advice from Leo,” she said, trying to keep a straight face, but too delighted to do anything other than grin. “And Piper. She’d murder me if she couldn’t help plan it. For real, I think she’d murder me.”
He groaned, then laughed. “Wedding of the century, then?” Neither one of them could keep from kissing each other and they leaned in at the same time, bumping noses in their giddy excitement.
“I’ll probably have no less than three dresses. And you, my friend, have to wear a kilt.”
“Three kilts,” he assured her. “One on top of the other. I’ll whip them off as you come down the aisle, and you can walk on them.”
“It’s going to be so beautiful,” she said, not caring if she ended up riding an elephant down the aisle, so long as she was marrying Sam.
He dropped her hands and grew serious, sliding his fingers behind her head and into her hair. She let her eyes flutter shut so she could better enjoy the slow, luxurious kiss he gave her. Their wedding would probably end up having elements of a three ring circus, and she knew she was in for a long war with her insecure heart.
He pulled away and smiled at her, and everything was perfect. “It is going to be so beautiful,” he said.
The end.
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More books by Cassidy Cayman:
Lost Highlander
Reunited
Revenge
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