by Catori, Ava
"So, it was a routine check up?"
"Well, not exactly," I needed to stop stalling but I couldn't find the courage to say the words out loud. So I took a side approach. "You know the day after the fire when you didn't use protection?"
He first furrowed his brow as if struggling to understand what I was talking about and then he got it. The expression on his face said it all, he was truly happy. He picked me up at the waist and twirled me around him as if I was as light as a feather and then he stopped. "Oh fuck, maybe that's not good for the baby."
I laughed and cried happy tears while reassuring him. He kissed me with so much passion, old Marge who was observing us from her garden yelled, "Kids, for heaven's sake, get a room!"
Ryder broke the kiss. He had a serious look on his face.
“I need to ask you something, my world has gotten better with you in it, I can’t imagine my life without you.” He reached to his back pocket and pulled out a small box. “Barbara, will you marry me.”
I stood stunned and my eyes went wide. Here I was, so insecure that I had no clue how he would react to my news. How could have I doubted he would be happy to become a father? I shook my head, unable to get the words out.
He dropped to a knee, opened the box. “Is that a yes? Will you marry me?”
My heart skipped a beat as I watched this marvelous man awaiting anxiously for my answer. There was no doubt, it was love in his eyes. It was like an incredible dream coming true. I took a deep breath and found my voice again.
The words that had been trapped in my throat bubbled out of me faster than I though possible. “Oh my God ! Yes! Yes! Yes! I can’t believe it. We’re going to be a family.”
Ryder leaned forward and kissed my belly. “And you’re carrying our baby, this is the best news ever.”
We kissed again to the sound of old Marge's cheering and whistling.
Ava Catori is a Jersey girl with padded hips, a touch of gray, and a house full of furry friends. Her two dogs and cat keep her company while she writes. With a positive outlook and a good sense of humor, Ava maneuvers life in the slow lane. A doting husband tells her she's funny, while her grown sons tell her she's not. Obviously, her sons are mistaken!
Olivia Rigal is a plus-size American who has been living in Paris for thirty years. She enjoys playful storytelling at night, a pleasant change from her day job writing a different type of literature. She loves to read, sing, cook and swim. She has a passion for leopard prints and is always wearing at least one piece of it … whether you can see or not.
Ava and Olivia met in July 2014 in San Antonio during the yearly Romance Writers Association meeting and enjoyed working together so much they are presently plotting something wicked for Hunter.
Before you go
we would like to ask you a favor:
If you enjoyed reading this book,
we would appreciate it if you would help others enjoy it, too.
Please, review it,
with your favorite book provider.
Join our mailing lists to be informed of new publications at
http://www.OliviaRigal.com
at
http://www.AvaCatori.com
