He glanced down at her hand, stared at her ring finger, and just blurted it out before his nerves got the best of him. “I love you so fucking much.” He took a deep breath. “Freya Fallon Dresden, will you marry me?” He took the ring out, slipped it on her finger, and waited. For a second, she just stared at the ring, but then she started crying harder.
She sniffed, looked at him, and then at the ring again. “Yes, Elijah. Of course I’ll marry you.”
He had her in his arms and off the bed a second later. Elijah held her, kept her tightly against him, and inhaled deeply. “You make me so damn happy.” This was his life now, and damn, what a good life it was.