Quadruplets Make Six

ing to bat them away, and all I could think about was helping you. I had no idea why I felt that pull towards you, to help you and rescue you when you needed it the most, but I did. And ever since that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Graham,” she said breathlessly.

“The more I got to know you, the more I enjoyed the woman you were. Despite our differences in lifestyles, you understand me better than anyone I’ve ever come across. Now more than ever, I know that you’re the woman for me. I know you’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I want to raise my family with you and I want to wake up to you. I want to help you through all the good times and the bad ones and stand by you, even when no one else will. I want to give you everything, Libby. Everything I have is yours if you want it. And if you don’t, then we’ll give it all away and go find what is it you truly want. All I ask is that we become a family. Together, forever, no matter what. Libby Tressler, I love you. With every fiber of my being and every atom of my soul. Will you marry me?”

I watched Libby’s eyes well with tears as she dipped her lips to mine. The kiss was soft. Kind. Sensual… just like her. I felt her hands cup my cheeks as I stood up, clasping the ring tightly in my hand. I felt her stomach pressing into mine as she stood with me, her hands wrapping around my neck and pulling me as close as she could get.

Then she answered.

And tears of my own sprang to my eyes.

“I love you, Graham,” she said. “All I’ve ever wanted was a family to call my own. Someone to love and cherish for the rest of my life. I’ve been so scared to tell you how I feel because I was terrified that you wouldn’t feel the same way.”

“I love you, Libby,” I said. “Please marry me. I don’t want to do this life without you.”

Libby pressed a kiss to my ear before she pulled back, her dazzling eyes dripping with tears of happiness.

“It would be an honor to marry you, Graham Alexander.”

The music started as I slid her engagement ring onto her finger. Despite the swelling in her hands, it still fit her beautifully. The music was low and the reception room was empty, and as I pulled her into me and started moving her across the floor my heart exploded with joy.

I finally had everything I could’ve ever wanted.

And I saw my future blossoming in her tear-stained eyes.

Twenty

Libby

“Oh my gosh, Libby. You look spectacular.”

“I still can’t believe this is happening. Joanna, I... I’m getting married.”

“If I looked that good at eight and a half months pregnant, I would’ve gotten married then, too,” Joanna said.

“I still can’t believe he threw this together so quickly,” I said.

“I told you. All you had to do was be honest with a man like Graham. That man out there loves you. He’d give you the world if he asked for it.”

“All I want is him, Joanna. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“And in a few more minutes, he’ll be all yours,” she said.

The dress I was wearing framed my very pregnant body wonderfully. It had a heart-shaped bodice made of shining fabric and light, lacy sleeves that slipped off my shoulders. The body of the dress fell around my stomach nicely and hung towards the floor, billowing out at my ankles. Every time I moved, it swished against my legs, making me feel like the princess I had always wanted to feel like at my own wedding.

“Ready for the finishing touches?” Joanna asked.

My veil was a full-length veil that had a beautiful lacy train behind it. My makeup was minimal, but Joanna insisted on the ruby red lips. Graham had left me a gift that morning in my room before we parted ways to get ready, and I was wearing it around my neck: a beautiful pearl necklace with matching stud earrings that went well with my hair piled high on my head.

I’d never felt more beautiful in my entire life.

“Is it normal to be nervous?” I asked.

“I was petrified,” Joanna said.

“So… I should be,” I said.

“What? Nervous? Not all brides are. Why, are you not nervous?”