Happy Ending (Fisher Brothers 4)

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The morning sun peeked in through the blinds, and I cursed myself for forgetting to close them all the way last night. When I moved, I immediately felt it . . . a foreign weight on my hand that hadn’t been there the night before.

Looking down, I felt my mouth drop open as I stared at the diamond ring on my left hand.

“What is this? Ryan? Ryan, what is this?” I shook his shoulder but he refused to budge, his eyes closed tight, his breathing relaxed. So I pushed him back and forth forcefully, doing my best to get him to wake the hell up.

“What’s wrong? Is the baby okay?” He shot up to a sitting position.

“The baby’s fine. What the hell is this?” I shoved my hand in his face, and he gave me a cocky grin.

“Looks like an engagement ring to me,” he said as he stretched his arms above his head.

“I know it’s an engagement ring. Where did it come fro

m?” I sputtered at him, half exasperated, half excited. I couldn’t pick a single emotion; too many of them were running through me at once.

“A jewelry store. You can take it off, if you want.”

“No.” I yanked my hand back so quickly, he laughed.

“So you like it?”

I stared at the sparkling oval diamond surrounded by a circle of smaller diamonds, and practically swooned. “Like it? It’s stunning.”

“And the rose gold?” he asked, knowing how much I adored the flattering tone against my skin.

“It’s unbelievable. Perfect.”

Ryan smirked at me. “So you’re going to keep it then?”

I wanted to smack him and kiss him at the same time. Staring at the ring on my hand, I waited for what felt like a full minute, but in my excitement, it was probably only about ten seconds.

“It depends,” I said slowly, thinking that two could play this game, even though I knew I’d lose.

“Oh, it depends, huh?” He grinned and I nodded, trying to keep my expression serious. “On what exactly?” He reached for my hand.

“On your answer to my question.”

“What question would that be?” His head cocked to the side, and his sly grin appeared again.

I held my hand in the air between us. “What’s this ring doing on my finger?”

I kicked off the covers like I was about to storm out, but the truth was that I was hot. Had someone turned the heat on?

He climbed out of bed, then placed his hands on my legs and spun me to face him. “Waiting for you to finally say yes.” He dropped to one knee.

“Yes to what?” I continued to toy with him as he reached for my left hand and pulled the ring off. I missed it instantly. With the ring now gone, my finger looked so sad and empty. I wanted to pout, but kept my mouth shut.

“To me, Sofia. Will you finally say yes to marrying me?” He held up the ring, his fingers dwarfing it. “Please say you’ll be my wife. I can’t wait any longer to make you mine.”

“Of course I’ll marry you.”

He pushed the ring back on my finger, and the world righted itself again.

“I can’t wait to be legally yours,” I told him. “You know I already am in every other way.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine, our kiss slow, romantic, and deep.