A small cry breaks free and Robyn gapes down at me with watery eyes.
“I want to be successful. I want to make music. I love being onstage—creating that experience for the audience—and I’ll never pretend otherwise. That is my dream. But nothing, and I mean nothing, is worth losing you. I will not walk away from my family ever again. And if you say no today, then I will keep asking. Because you are my family, baby. You’re my family forever.”
Fuck. Now I can’t keep my shit together, either.
“Dallas,” she says, surprisingly calmly. “Just give me a second.”
That wasn’t a yes. I am not moving from this spot until she says yes.
“Stand up.”
I shake my head. “Not until you say yes.”
“Please. I need you up here with me. We need to talk.”
“We will talk. After you say yes.”
She huffs out a breath. “I just spent twenty-four hours thinking you were dead. You have no idea what I’ve been through. And now there’s this. Stand up right now, Dallas Walker Lark, or I’m bringing my pregnant self down there.”
I do as I’m told.
“I love you,” she says, clutching my hands tightly. “And I want you. Only you. I want us. Always. But I don’t want to be the reason you miss out on your dreams, Dallas. I don’t want you to look at me and our child in a few years—or even sooner—and wish you weren’t stuck with us and that you’d stayed on that tour. I love you enough not to cost you your dream. So I will say yes, on one condition.”
“Name it.” I want to tell her I will never feel that way, that I know this because I had the fame and when I had it without her it didn’t matter. But right now I just want to get this ring on her damn finger so I can breathe again.
“Promise me you will not give up on your dreams. Promise me you won’t pass up opportunities to succeed even if it means upsetting me. Promise on everything that you will be honest with me always. None of that sissy sparing each other’s feelings stuff for us, okay?”
I nod. Then I reach for her hand.
“Now you promise me something.”
Robyn smiles. “Yes, the baby is yours.”
I bump my forehead to hers. “Damn straight it is.” She kisses me softly, but I won’t be distracted so easily. “Promise me you won’t give up on your dreams, either. You are damn good at your job and you don’t have to give that up unless you want to.”
She nods. “I’m going to talk to my boss about less travel and more behind-the-scenes event coordination. It will all work out however it’s meant to. Katie has volunteered to step in when needed.”
“So are we good now?” I ask, holding the ring at her fingertip before slipping it all the way on.
Robyn pulls back once more. “You sure this is what you want? It’s not just the concussion talking?”
I laugh low against her lips. “Do you want to know what I saw when we were about to hit that truck? What flashed before my eyes?”
She nods and her body trembles against mine at the mention of the accident.
“I saw you. I saw us. I didn’t see my life as it was because there wasn’t much to see. Hotel rooms, tour buses, and audiences full of strangers—none of that came to mind. I saw the life I wouldn’t get to have if I died, or if I lived and walked away from you. I saw you holding our child in your arms and smiling up at me with those beautiful eyes of yours. I saw birthday cakes and toy guitars and God help us, the drum set Gavin will buy this child to bang on all hours of the day. I saw you in a white dress becoming my wife. I saw my family.” I hold her close and kiss her hair. “Be my family, baby.”
“Yes, Dallas,” she says through her tears. “A million times yes.”
Once we both pull it together and my ring is on her finger, where it will damn well stay, I nod to the envelope she’s still holding.
“Are you going to do the honors?”