Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

She started to sit up. “What’s this?” She looked at the tray.

“This is breakfast in bed. I thought you might want some extra rest.”

She nodded. “I’ve never been this tired in my life.”

I sat on the edge of the mattress and presented the tray. “Surprise.” Grayson giggled again.

“It’s a great surprise.” She still hadn’t seen the ring box. “Pancakes are my favorite.”

“Baby.” I eyed her.

“What is it?” She looked confused.

I placed the tray next to her. I couldn’t take it any longer. I picked up the box.

“Oh my God. Oh my God.”

I nodded as the lid cracked. “I know exactly what you meant when you told me you kept trying to find the perfect time and place to tell me about the baby, but life kept getting in the way.” I watched her eyes mist. “I’ve thought of a hundred ways to do this.” I pulled the ring from the velvet cushion. “And after last night, I realized the only thing that matters is that I do that. That I tell you how much I love you. That you know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” I held the diamond between us. “Kaitlyn Sinclaire, will you marry me?”

“Marry me,” Grayson chirped next to us and we laughed.

“Yes. Yes.” Her hand trembled as I slid the ring over her knuckle.

She wrapped her hands around my neck and I kissed her. “I love you, baby.”

She looked at Grayson. “Please tell me it’s not because of the baby,” she whispered.

I shook my head. “I wanted to ask you the first night you moved. I swear.” I looked at her. “I couldn’t make it fall into place. And if I keep waiting it never will.”

She kissed me again, climbing into my lap. Grayson had jumped off the bed and was making a fort with pillows.

“I thought I was happy, but this is happy,” she whispered.

I pressed my forehead to hers.

“It is.”

“Did you tell my dad? Ryan?” she asked.

I groaned. “Not yet.”

She bit her lip. “This could be a fun Christmas.”

I laughed. “I don’t care how you want to do it. As long as when we get on the other side you’re my wife.”

Her eyes lit with mischief. “That sounds kind of hot.”

I skimmed the outline of her breast. “You are going to be my wife,” I growled.

She nodded. “Your wife,” she echoed.

Grayson jumped off the pillows and landed with a thud. She nodded toward him. “I guess we can celebrate together a little later.”

“Or go for a family walk on the beach?” Maybe it would cool us down until I could fuck my soon-to-be-wife into as many orgasms as she waned.

“Yes.” She smiled. “We are a family, aren’t we?”

I looked at the ring on her finger. The one my mother had worn. “Yes. We’re family. My family.”