“Samantha, listen to me! He is fine. Nothing happened, we would have heard something. You need to stay inside and worry about yourself. Think how mad Nick would be if you put yourself or that baby of his in jeopardy! Hello? Are you there? Am I talking to myself?”
He had been in fact talking to himself because she had put the phone down to pull on her boots. She grabbed the phone, just as there was a knock on her door. “Phillip, I have to go.”
“I will call your brother!” He threatened.
“No, I really have to go someone is at my door.” She clarified and before Phillip could say another word she ended the call. She stared at the door for a second and silently sent a prayer to the man upstairs that it was Nick, and not the authorities informing her he was in a horrible accident. Damn Phillip for putting those thoughts in her head. She pulled the door opened, her body relaxed when she saw Nick standing there, his arm braced against the door frame.
“Thank God.” She said relieved. “I was about to go look for you, Phillip had me thinking all sorts of crazy things happened to you. I wasn’t sure if a tree fell on you or if…”
He raised an eyebrow and his eyes glancing up and down here body, taking in her Hello Kitty pajama’s and Burberry rain boots. His rescuer looked adorable and he couldn’t suppress his grin.
“You’re smiling.” She stated. “Does that mean you’re not mad anymore?” She asked hopefully.
He shook his head. “I’m not mad.”
She smiled widely and grabbed the lapels of his soaked suit, and pulled him inside the door. He laughed slightly and kicked the door closed behind him.
“I’m sorry I was such an asshole.” He said and took her hands in his when she started to slide them under his jacket. “Forgive me?”
She looked at their hands and then back into his eyes. “Of course I forgive you.” She opened her mouth to apologize too, but he kissed her hands and spoke before she could.
“So we’re having a baby?” He said as he brushed his lips back and forth across her hands. His eyes lifted and peered into her blue eyes that captivated him.
“We’re having a baby.” She confirmed in a soft whisper. “I know it’s a surprise, but…”
He pressed his fingertip to her lips, silencing her. He smiled softly.
“I can’t wait.” He confessed and then dropped his hand from her lips. “I guess we shouldn’t really be too surprised, it’s not like we did anything to prevent it.” He said and winked at her.
The way he looked at her caused her stomach to do a flip. The little wink he threw at her completely unraveling her. She smiled and acknowledged his words. “I guess not.” She felt as if there were a million things that needed to be said, yet she couldn’t bring herself to say any of them.
He slowly slid his jacket off his body. His once crisp white dress shirt was now plastered as a second skin to his upper body. She watched him carefully fold his wet jacket over his arm and then he took her hand in his. “I love you.” He said as he squeezed her hand.
“What did you say?” She asked, sure she hadn’t heard him right.
“I said I love you Samantha.” The corners of his lips curved upward and he sent her a dazzling smile full of confidence. “Want me to say it again?”
“I love you too.” She burst out. His smile stayed firmly planted on his face as she spilled her heart’s biggest secret. She touched his cheek and the stubble tickled her fingertips as she stared up at him. “I love you Nick Foti.” She grinned wildly as she said the words she had waited what seemed like a lifetime to say.
“Oh yeah?” He teased and then unexpectedly, his face grew serious. “You love me enough to spend forever with me?”
She looked at him for a moment and wondered why he suddenly looked nervous. “You’re stuck with me.” She said and laughed slightly, trying to lighten the mood again. She took his hand between the two of hers and placed it against her flat stomach. “It’s the three of us forever.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He said huskily as he stared at their joined hands that rested on her flat stomach where their child grew inside. He glanced up at her and untangled their hands. She watched him intently as he reached inside his jacket pocket. He knelt before her on one knee, dropping his jacket to the floor. His fingers were unsteady as he opened the tiny black box. He swallowed the lump in his throat and he looked up into her blue eyes that were full of tears. He heard her gasped cry and smiled nervously in response.
“Sam, I’m not good with words. I’ve rehearsed this a thousand times in my head in the last twenty-four hours, and nothing I could say comes close to what I’m feeling. What I’ve felt for what seems like forever.”
Then it came to him out of nowhere. He was on his knees asking for her to let him be her happily ever after. He may not know much about the female population or how their minds worked, but he knew one thing. They all loved, a good fairy tale.