Love in Montana (De La Fuente Family 1)

Eric had a huge grin on his face at being able to show Sylvia one of the most beautiful displays of light that he’d ever seen. Although it happened a few times a year around Eureka, which was more North West Montana, it was rare where Eric lived because of the mountains. Thanks to a neighbor passing on the sighting to his father, Eric managed to time it nicely with the sleigh ride.

“I’ve never seen them before,” Sylvia rushed out. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing.”

“I love you, and I’d give you the world if I could. It’s also the first time since I’ve seen them in about ten years.” He nuzzled into her neck and sighed against her mouth when she claimed his.

“I love you,” Sylvia whispered against his mouth.

He grinned. “I have a surprise for you.”

He laughed when her eyes lit up at his words. “What? C’mon, hurry up.”

“You’re so damn cute when you’re excited.”

Sylvia laughed and straddled his lap. “You tease me deliberately.”

He chuckled, and tucked some loose hair up into her fleece hat before h

e became serious. “I’ve wanted you for so damn long, even when I was abrupt with you back when I thought you were sleeping with Ramon.” Sylvia leaned in and kissed him. He cupped her face and continued, “I can’t tell you the relief I felt when I knew there had never really been anything between the two of you, but I told myself I was crazy because I didn’t want permanent. Well, I have a kind of permanent, but I want to make it more permanent” He inhaled and opened the small jewelers box that he’d hidden in his jacket pocket. “Will you marry me, Sylvia? Will you be my wife, and have my children?”

Tears ran down Sylvia’s face, but the smile behind them said everything he needed to know.

With his help Sylvia managed to wipe her tears away, and found her voice, “From the minute I laid my eyes on you, you’ve been a distraction, and I want nothing more than to be your wife and the mother of your children.” Her chin wobbled but she continued, “So yes, I will marry you.” Her arms wrapped around his neck as his curved around her back and held her tight.

He’d been holding off proposing to her since they’d arrived in Montana, but as soon as he found out about the sighting of the Northern Lights, he knew it was going to happen that night.

If someone had told him when he first met Sylvia, over twelve months ago that she would be his fiancée, he’d have asked if they were drunk. So it just goes to show that the love of a good woman could make the hardest of men crave more.

The End