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“That's nice...” He stroked my hair while I laid my head on his stomach.
That was a beautiful sign that we were going to be a family.
“Now it's my turn.” I finally took the ring out of my pocket.
“What are you doing?”
“Which is what I intended to do when Diana interrupted us.” I opened the velvet box and let her see the ring. “Helena, will you marry me?”
“Are you serious?”
“Of course!”
She trembled a little and opened her mouth several times but didn't make a sound. This made my heart squeeze. I didn't expect her to refuse, but anything could happen.
“I think the twins will be a bit disappointed if they know you said no.”
“That's a fine argument, counselor.” He laughed, seeming to shake off the tension. “But I never thought of refusing.” He held out his hand to me so that I could put the ring on.
I kissed his phalanges and then stood up to pull his face back towards me.
“Next time, I'll consider the hotel room,” I said as I turned away from her after remembering that the restaurant staff were watching us.
“Diana wouldn't have gotten in.”
“That's not what I'm thinking about.”
“Hey!” she pushed on my chest, and I pulled her in for another kiss.
Some choices changed our lives and giving me the chance to love that woman had been one of the best of mine.
Chapter forty-seven
After the proposal and our dinner, I accepted the invitation to go home with him. The ring was still on my finger, and it felt like a dream to have that moment come true. As much as the fear of him rejecting the pregnancy was in my head, I hadn't anticipated that Thomas was planning to make me his wife. The coincidence was completely perfect.
“The nanny has already put them to sleep,” he said when I opened the door to the twins' room.
I already loved them when they were just my students, but it made me very happy to know that I would be a part of their lives in the way they wanted me to be and, deep down, I would be too.
My girls...
“We'll have to wait until tomorrow to tell them.”
“That's fine with me.” He pulled my hair, leaving my neck exposed so he could sniff and nibble my skin.
“Thomas...” I moaned, shuddering.
“Come to my bed.” He turned me around so that I was facing him and took a firm hold of my waist, making me face him.
“I like hearing that...”
“É?”
I nodded.
Thomas leaned his head towards me, but before he could kiss me, we heard a low voice coming from the bedroom.
“Dad?”