Page 228 of By A Thread

“Excuse me,ass. You were supposed to signal us so we could witness the proposal!”

Startled, I whipped off my sunglasses. “Faith? Christian?”

My best friend and her “see where things go” guy were standing at the foot of my abandoned lounger, looking annoyed.

“I didn’t propose yet,” Dominic growled.

“Propose?” I shrieked, trying to climb down my very handsome baby daddy.

“Oops,” Christian said, flashing his dimples.

“If you didn’t propose, what’s all this?” Faith demanded. And then her mouth formed a perfect O. “Holy shit. Are youpregnant?” she screamed.

I could only nod and cry some more.

“Oh my God!”

She reached for me, and I grabbed her arm. “I know!”

Dominic cleared his throat. “Ladies. I still have this little bit of business to take care of.”

Faith released me and snuggled into Christian’s side, making a zipped lips gesture. “By all means.”

“Thanks,” he said dryly. He sank down on the lounger, settling me in his lap.

“Ally Maleficent Morales, will you marry me?”

He reached past me and produced a velvet jewelers’ box.

I was nodding vigorously.

“Don’t you want to see the ring first?” he whispered, a smile playing on his lips.

I shook my head violently.

“But you’re saying yes?”

“Yes!” It burst free. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

And then I was laughing because I felt his erection twitch under me.

“Not my fault. Usually we’re doing something else when you say that,” he whispered in my ear.

“I love you, Dom.”

“I love you, Ally. So fucking much.”

“We’re getting married,” I said.

“And having a baby,” he added.

We grinned at each other. His cock moved again.

“Can I hug them yet?” Faith asked Christian.

After a series of hugs and questions, a round of virgin mango margaritas, and a quickie in the villa’s kitchen, Dominic Russo finally slid a beautiful diamond ring on my finger.

“I’m going to need to start lifting weights on the right so I don’t bulk up on just one side,” I said, sighing dreamily as the very large solitaire caught the light.