Page 40 of Masked Indulgence
When his arms slid around me, bringing me to him so our lips could touch, I knew I’d made the rightdecision.
Where Nixon was concerned, every decision I’d made had been the right one. From taking him up on his offer to leave that club with him on Halloween night, to telling him as soon as I could about the baby, to accepting the invitation to move in with him—everything had beenright.
This had to be the right thingtoo.
When our mouths parted, we were both panting. “I’d take you upstairs and make sweet love to you, Katana, but we have these presents to open and a private jet to get to. I took the liberty of booking us a bridal suite already. I didn’t want to take anychances.”
We slowed down a bit and opened the presents we’d given each other. He gave me more expensive jewelry, and then there was one more small box. When I opened it, I found a set of keys with the Mercedes emblem on them. “Nix!”
“You look a little shocked, baby,” he said with a laugh. “You know my wife can’t be driving around in a clunker. I do have standards to keep, youknow.”
I shook my head as I put the keys down. I picked up the special present I’d gotten him and handed it to him. “Thank you for the car and all the jewelry, among the other things you’ve given me. Open this onenext.”
He smiled the entire time he opened that package, and when he found the simple paperweight I’d given him, he laughed. “An “I Love You”paperweight?”
“Well, I had no idea you were going to do all this. And I wanted to tell you that I loved you today. You kind of stole my thunder there with the marriage proposal, but I wanted you to know that I was going to declare my love for you today anyway. I knew it the day we heard our baby’s heart beating.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissedhim.
We just kept on having one perfect day after another. I was no fool—I knew some days wouldn’t be all wine and roses, but I had a feeling there’d be more good days than badones.
A few hours later, he and I stood in front of a preacher who looked a hell of a lot like Elvis as soft music played in a tiny chapel in Vegas. I’d never dreamt about having a wedding, but this surpassed anything I could’ve ever come upwith.
When our lips met as husband and wife for the first time, I knew we’d beat all the odds and make a marriage and family we both could be proud of. Nix and I had found our happily ever after; I had no doubts aboutthat.
The End