~Leah~
"So, do you think he got lost?" I asked Clare, holding the phone against my ear.
I sorted through the box of picture frames, trying to decide how to arrange them. I smiled, seeing a photo of Declan and me from Christmas. We were laughing, and Declan was looking at me with those eyes that made me melt. Those eyes could make me want to smile, cry with joy, and jump him all at the same time.
"How long has he been gone?" she asked.
"Um, about three hours, maybe four. He said he needed to run a few errands, but that was a while ago. I was going to order a pizza, but I wanted to wait for him."
"Ugh, don't mention food. Right now, food makes me want to hurl."
I laughed. "Morning sickness? Aren't you past three months? Shouldn't you be over that?"
"You'd think so, but apparently, Logan Matthew's child is an overachiever."
"It's Logan's child now?" I tried not to giggle.
"Yes. Until it does something redeeming, like flutter or kick, it's Logan's child."
"When was the last time you got laid, Clare?"
"What?"
"Seriously, you're about to explode. I'm going to hang up now, and you are going to go find that hot doctor of yours. Have him perform some sort of naughty exam on you, and you'll feel better soon, I promise."
"You're really bossy...and nosy. You know that, right?"
"Yes, and you love me anyway. Now, go have sexy time. I don't want my little goddaughter or godson coming out all frustrated and mean because of you."
She laughed, and we said our good-byes.
Just as I was setting the last photo on the mantle, I heard the door.
"Well, it's about time. I thought you got —"
I turned and saw Declan standing in the doorway, holding the biggest bouquet of red roses I'd ever seen. Next to him was Connor, holding a smaller version of the same bouquet.
"Connor! I thought we weren't going to see you until Saturday!"
"I needed him to help me with a small favor," Declan said, closing the door and walking into the room with a slow swagger.
He had changed somewhere along the way during his errands. He was now dressed in dark jeans and a green button-up that brought out the green in his eyes.
"I should put these in water," I said, reaching out to grab the flowers.
He just set them down on the coffee table. "They can wait."
My heart kicked up a notch, and I looked from Declan to Connor, who had a huge smile on his face.
Declan bent down, and he kissed me slow and with purpose. "Do you remember asking me a long time ago about the tattoo on my chest?"
I nodded.
"And what did I tell you?"
I remembered that day in bed so long ago when I'd first run my fingers over the circular design on his chest. "You said people were essentially selfish, and when it came down to it, we would always choose ourselves because we loved ourselves first," I answered.
"God, hearing you say it makes me feel like even more of a moron," he said, shaking his head. "I got that tattoo when I was in a dark place. I thought I'd experienced love and loss, but I hadn't even scratched the surface. When I met you, I couldn't keep my eyes off you. I tried to tell myself it was because you were beautiful, attractive, and alluring. But it wasn't one particular thing that drew me in. It was you as a whole that I couldn't walk away from."
I was dumbstruck. I looked briefly down at Connor and he was just staring up at his father beaming. My eyes met Declan's again and he continued.
"You are my other half, Leah, my soul mate, my missing piece. You showed me that there are still selfless people in this world who are worth all the risk that we go through to love another."
He reached up and wiped away my tears before turning to Connor.
He gave him a wink. "You ready?" he asked.
Connor gave an enthusiastic nod. Declan started undoing the buttons to his shirt, and Connor mimicked his father. When the two undid the last button and parted their shirts together, I gasped.
Where Declan's tattoo had been empty in the middle, it was now filled with an intricate L. I looked over at Connor, and he proudly displayed a smaller matching version of his father's tattoo.
"Oh my God, that better not be permanent!" I said quickly, pointing at Connor.
They both laughed.
"It's henna, Leah!" Connor said.
I blew out a short breath before turning my attention back to Declan.
"But mine is not," he said. "Like you, mine is permanent."
He dropped to one knee and pulled out a box. He slowly opened it, displaying an engagement ring that made my heart stop. On a platinum band, a diamond was flanked by two emeralds to match his eyes. It was perfect.
"I've been doing some thinking, and I think I've come up with the best pet name for you."
I meant to say something like, "Oh?" or "What is it?" But in the presence of Declan with his shirt open, displaying that new L on his chest, while he held out a ring, all I managed was a garbled mumble.
"Wife."
More tears slid down my face as I cried
"Marry me, Leah. Make me the happiest man alive. Take my name, be a mother for my children, and grow old with me."
I sobbed out a yes, and he jumped up. He twirled me around as Connor jumped up and down until we pulled him into a group hug.
Declan slipped the ring onto my finger, and we all gazed down at it, watching it sparkle and flash under the bright lights.
It was the beginning of a future —our future, completely unscripted, unwritten, and ready to be lived.