I turned slightly in his arms until I could see the blue-grey of his eyes. The concern floating within them made my heart all but stop in my chest. "Yeah," I whispered, reaching up to trace the line of worry between his brows. "I'm more than okay, I'm fabulous."
Ethan's smile bloomed slowly across his handsome face. "You had me worried there for a second."
I flexed my internal muscles around him and we both moaned in unison as he slipped out of me, leaving me empty and feeling inextricably hollow. "No need to worry, I've never felt better."
He chuckled against my hair before leaving a kiss there. "You know I would never deliberately hurt you, don't you?"
I nodded, relaxing into the warmth of Ethan's embrace. Against my back I could feel the still rapid beat of his heart. "I know, Ethan. I've always known that. I trust you."
Ethan closed his eyes, hiding from me the quick flicker of emotion I thought I glimpsed within them. I tried not to be hurt as I watched his handsome face become stoically composed once more. I pushed back the dark wave of hair which slipped over his forehead, tugging playfully at the grey strands woven throughout.
"Are you okay?" I asked after his silence stretched on for a little too long. Ethan opened his eyes, and the intensity of his silver gaze made me gasp. And then Ethan "the Dragon" Anderson opened his attractive mouth and said five words I never thought I'd ever hear in my life.
"Emma, will you marry me?”
Chapter Ten
Ethan closed his eyes, hiding from me the quick flicker of emotion I thought I glimpsed within them. I tried not to be hurt as I watched his handsome face become stoically composed once more. I pushed back the dark wave of hair which slipped over his forehead, tugging playfully at the grey strands woven throughout.
"Are you okay?" I asked after his silence stretched on for a little too long. Ethan opened his eyes, and the intensity of his silver gaze made me gasp. And then Ethan "the Dragon" Anderson opened his attractive mouth and said five words I never thought I'd ever hear in my life.
"Emma, will you marry me?"
I jumped up from the floor and pulled on my panties and jeans in one quick motion, leaving Ethan lying open-mouthed in disbelief beneath me.
"That's not funny," I cried, trying to recapture my curls into some semblance of order. "You can't joke about things like that." I pulled my abandoned bra off with a frustrated growl and let it drop to the floor.
"I wasn't joking," Ethan snapped, sitting upright and sending me a cold glare. "I was being perfectly serious. I want you to be my wife, Emma."
"Why?" I blurted out as I stepped away from Ethan's outstretched hand.
He shook his dark head, his expression fierce: the Dragon was ready to do battle. "Because I'm in love with you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, why the hell else?" Ethan rose gracefully to his feet before righting himself and zipping up his fly; the intimate moment between us was lost.
"Were you ever going to tell me that?" I cried as I stepped around a pile of boxes, desperate to put some distance between the two of us and give my still-whirling mind a moment to comprehend what was happening. "Or were you just going to assume I'd figure it out on my own?"
"What's your problem, Emma? I just proposed to you for Chrissake, and you're fighting with me? This is supposed to be the happiest moment of your life!"
"Was it the happiest moment of your other wives lives too?" I shot back, instantly regretting the words as Ethan's steely eyes narrowed dangerously. I clamped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late to take the words back.
The Dragon loomed large over me, his mouth twisted into an ugly grimace. "Maybe I've made a mistake then, in thinking that you loved me back. Pardon me if I've gotten that impression over the past few weeks. I must be an idiot."
It was my turn to reach for him, but Ethan moved away from my straining fingers as easily as I had evaded his moments earlier. "I'm sorry," I said quickly, feeling the prick of tears spring up behind my eyes. "You just surprised me that's all. You have to admit this is all moving a little quickly."
Ethan regarded me coldly for a moment before his grim expression melted into an awkward, lopsided smile. "I guess that was a little out of left field, I'm sorry."
"This is not how I pictured being proposed to," I admitted, blushing hotly as a tear escaped to trickle down my cheek. I ducked my head, allowing the curtain of my hair to hide my face from Ethan's questing gaze. "I think I just ruined the whole thing."
"No, it's my fault." Ethan moved towards me and cupped my chin in his large hand, tilting my head until I looked him in the eye. "You deserve better than a cold, bare floor in an empty room. Next time I'll do better, I promise Sweetheart."
Six months earlier I wouldn't have been able to imagine the Dragon apologizing to me in my wildest dreams. Now he stood before me with a boyish, self-conscious expression and rueful eyes. I smiled encouragingly at him. "That sounds fair. And the next time I'll react a little bit better, I promise."
Ethan's answered smile was so beautiful my heart ached. "I know you think I'm a fuck-up Emma, and I have the ex-wives to prove it. But I never felt for them what I feel for you. You say you trust me, so please trust me in that too."
I nodded as Ethan's hand slid from my chin to the crook of my neck, pulling me close. His kiss was sweet and honest and said more to me than he probably realized.
"I love you too," I whispered as we parted. The flicker in his silver eyes made me smile.
********
My feet were cold in my slippers and my neck ached from being hunched over my drafting table for so long, but I didn't feel compelled to stop. The quiet slide of the straight-edge and the scratch of my pencil over the vellum were the remedy for my frantic mind. I threw myself entirely into the Kendall plans, finding comfort in the ability of my work to chase almost all else from my brain.
Life with Ethan had settled quickly into a routine. We worked together all day, in silence mostly, until something needed to be said. Then we retired upstairs to cook and eat dinner before curling up on our perspective ends of the couch with our books, our feet entwined comfortably, our new cat asleep between us. When we went to bed we usually made love, sometimes with the frantic, roof-raising passion of old, other times with the slow, secret intimacy I treasured beyond words. We never spoke of Ethan's proposal or the future; it just seemed safer that way. We couldn't argue about it if we didn't talk about it.
It was nice to have work to throw myself into. Since starting his own firm three months ago, Ethan's client roster had grown steadily, and the newly christened Anderson and Associates had expanded quickly to include an Administrative Assistant and two co-op students from the university in addition to Ethan and myself. During the day the fire hall could be a busy place, but I preferred the dusky, coolness of early evening when everyone had gone home and Ethan had slipped upstairs to the apartment to cook dinner.
The Kendall project had hit the wall, with the city refusing us a building permit and Mrs. Kendall refusing to sell. The land developers were starting to realize the old lady wasn't going to back down, and had switched instead to putting pressure on City Hall themselves to declare the building unsafe so it could be demolished. All-in-all it had turned quite nasty, but I couldn't quit my obsession with the project, and even though we had no need for any more plans, I couldn't stop drawing and redrawing every little detail of the house.
I sketched out the now-familiar foundations, not even needing my notes to remember the measurements or the photos to picture the shape of the simple structure. It was all imprinted in my head and probably always would be. My pencil flew, creating the familiar shape of the building yet again, finding a strange sort of comfort in the unchanging, stable foundation of the house I inexplicably loved.
"Emma?" Ethan's voice was husky and surprised me from my work. My head snapped up to see him standing beside my drafting table, two mugs of tea in hand. I hadn't heard him come downstairs.
H
e passed me my tea and studied the drawing tacked to my table. He shook his dark head. "The foundations again? I don't know why you're torturing yourself, Sweetheart. You know as well as I that this project is going nowhere."
I took a sip of the scalding Earl Grey, letting it warm my cold insides. Around the hot mug my fingers ached and tingled as they came back to life.
"I know," I conceded with a sigh. "But for some reason I can't let it go. I dream about it at night, think about it all day. It haunts me."
Ethan leaned over me and traced the foundation line I'd just drawn, inadvertently smudging the pencil. "You draw it so well; it seems a crime these plans will never be used. It's just the foundation, but you breathe life into every line; it's held this house up for more than a hundred years but even that isn't going to be enough to save it."
My mind whirled, making me gasp for breath as my tea trembled in my mug. Alarmed, Ethan crouched beside my chair and took the hot vessel from my hands. "Emma? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," I said slowly, feeling the possibilities open up before me in an endless vista. "The foundation..."
"Okay," Ethan murmured, putting down my tea and taking both my hands. "You're losing your mind. Think clearly Emma, and then speak. Please."
"You said the foundations have held this house up for more than a hundred years," I muttered, looking at Ethan but not really seeing him. "But what if they don't have to anymore?"
He shook his dark head again, his silver-blue eyes concerned. "You're not making sense, Sweetheart."
I squeezed Ethan's hands as excitement coursed through my veins. The words couldn't come fast enough. "Think of it Ethan. The house belongs to Mrs. Kendall, but the land doesn't, right?"
He nodded slowly, but the look in eyes said he wasn't getting my meaning.
"The building is hers to do with what she likes. And the only thing connecting the house to the land is the foundation. What if we don't need that foundation any more, Ethan? What if we move the house?"
The concept dawned on Ethan's handsome face in a wave of understanding. "You mean, dig it up and move it to another location?"
"Sure, people do it all the time. It'll be a delicate process since the house is so old, but I'm sure it can be done. And I'm sure Mrs. Kendall can afford to buy some land in a suitable, nearby location. We can save the building and the city can do whatever the hell it wants to with the land." I had to restrain myself from jumping from my chair and flinging myself at Ethan. Instead I squeezed his hands harder, trying to convey my excitement. "It's not ideal, since really keeping the house in its original location would be the most historically responsible thing to do, but if we can't do that, well, we'll just move it!"
Ethan regarded me in silence for a time before shaking his dark head with a harsh laugh. "You're something else, Sweetheart, you know that? Why didn't I think of that?"
"It's a simple solution," I chided, smiling as Ethan raised one of my hands to kiss my knuckles. "The simplest solution is often the hardest to come by."
"Are we really talking about the Kendall house, here?" Ethan asked as his voice caught thickly in his throat. His remarkable eyes were intense and the single-minded look on his face robbed me of breath.
"I don't know," I admitted. "Aren't we?"
"So we dig it up and move it. Then what? Everything needs a foundation, Emma. Surely you learned that in architectural school?" The low timbre of Ethan's voice skated over my spine and made me shiver.
"We'll build a new one, Ethan. The old one was falling apart anyway." I said softly.
"A new foundation for an old house?"
"Are we really talking about the Kendall house, here?" I echoed Ethan's earlier question, my stomach tied in knots.
"I don't know," Ethan admitted. "Are we?"
I kissed him. I had to. He tasted like Earl Grey and smiled against my lips.
"Ask me again," I whispered, hoping he knew the right question.
The silver in Ethan's eyes deepened to a smoky, grey-blue. His grip on my hands tightened as my heart stopped.
"Marry me, Emma."
It wasn't a question, but it didn't need to be. I nodded.
********
We lay in bed, legs entwined, my head resting against Ethan's stomach, his hands buried in my hair. I traced the path of dark hair downwards from Ethan's navel. As my fingers approached his softening cock, it twitched, leaking the last few traces of his pleasure. "You're going to be the death of me yet, Sweetheart," he gasped as I cleaned up the evidence with my tongue and smiled to myself.
"At least you'll die happy," I teased. "But not before tomorrow, okay? We're going to need you."
"Moving day," Ethan groaned, tugging at one of my ringlets. He chuckled as I squealed in protest. "That damn house better not fall apart or it really will be the death of me."
I giggled before snuggling up against the warm solidity of Ethan. "Mrs. Kendall will kill us both if anything happens to that house."
"Nothing will happen," Ethan reminded me. His touch wandered down my spine, tracing some invisible line only he could see. "We've put together the best team that Mrs. Kendall's ridiculous sums of money can buy. It'll go off without a hitch, I promise you."
I nodded, feeling a confidence about the move which I could completely attribute to the man lying beside me. "I can't wait."
"Best sleep now, Sweetheart," Ethan murmured, drawing me up to settle into the crook of his arm. My head fit perfectly into warm space between his neck and the pillow. "It's a long day tomorrow."
"Mmmm..." I sighed. My own contentment had settled into my bones and the last thing I was aware of was the musky smell of Ethan's skin as I fell asleep against him.
********
The sun was bright but the day was cool. The white hardhat I'd been forced to don did little to keep me warm, and I shivered at the work site as the wind blew through me.
Further along Ethan stood talking with the Head Engineer for the structural moving company. How was it that he managed to make a hardhat look sexy? I sighed, and beside me Mrs. Kendall laughed. Her own hardhat was bright blue and made a striking contrast to her white hair.
"Don't be nervous, dear. It'll all be over soon."
The two of us stood at held out breaths every moment it took the moving team to hoist the house off its foundations and on to the monster flat-bed truck. That it managed to get up there in one piece amazed me completely. The engineers and movers handled the procedure with clock-work like efficiency. It took them almost three agonizing hours just to get it on the truck; it would take them another four to drive it a kilometer down the road to Mrs. Kendall's property and another three more to settle the house on its new foundations.
Ethan was in the thick of it all and I could hear his laughter and shouts of encouragement from where I stood. Occasionally he'd look back to see if Mrs. Kendall and I still watched. We both waved cheerfully at him, although the cold bit me fiercely and my body ached.
"What's wrong, Emma?" Mrs. Kendall asked after my third or fourth heavy sigh. "Is something wrong?"
"I don't know," I confessed, rubbing at the ache in the small of my back from standing in one spot for so long. "I've been so tired lately, dizzy sometimes, and nauseous too. I think I'm coming down with the flu. Ethan thinks I've been working too hard, but I don't think so. I don't know, it’s weird."
Mrs. Kendall chuckled knowingly and led me to a nearby parked truck to sit me down on the tailgate. "Have you been to the doctor?" Mrs. Kendall asked. Her kind face was painted with a strange combination of delight and concern.
I shook my head and removed my hardhat. "I haven't had time, and to be honest, we don't have coverage at work yet, so I've been hesitant to. It'll pass," I smiled, trying to convince myself more than her.
"I'm sure it will, Dear," Mrs. Kendall patted me knee and chuckled. "In about nine months."
I couldn't have been more stunned if she'd hit me. "Y- you think I'm pregnant?" I wh
ispered the word as if afraid of it, making Mrs. Kendall laugh a little harder.
"When a man and a woman do what you and your Ethan have been doing with what I'm sure is alarming frequency, my dear, it's bound to happen eventually. Take it from me, Leo and I had four children."
Pregnant? I sat numbly, completely oblivious to anything around me. The sounds of the work site faded away. I didn't even feel the cold any more. Ethan and I were going to have a baby?
"I'm going to venture another guess," Mrs. Kendall interrupted my thoughts with her usual dry chuckle. "And say that your Ethan's never been a father before."
I shook my head. "His other wives didn't want kids. Why?"
"Well, if he had he'd probably have recognized your symptoms, Emma. As it is, it's just as well. You two can have this adventure together. You'll be an amazing mother, of that I have no doubt." Mrs. Kendall laughed once more and gave my knee a final squeeze. "I think I'll wander down and get a closer look at the move. Shall I send your Ethan up?"
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