Vegas, Baby - Volume 2

She chuckled before returning her gaze to mine, her eyes sparkling with love and joy. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”

I surged to my feet and lifted her into my arms, spinning her around before pressing her into the wall once again and kissing her deeply.

A sniffle broke the silence, and we both pulled back to look at each other with surprise. I glanced around the small space when we heard it again.

“That was so beautiful.” The voice from the intercom piped up. Another sniffle and a sigh, then he spoke again. “We fixed the problem; would you two still like to ascend to the top or come back down?”

Aurora and I locked eyes for a moment, then the tension broke, and we dissolved into laughter. After a minute, I yanked her back into my arms and sealed my mouth over hers once again. We were interrupted by the clearing of a throat. “Since there are cameras in the elevators”—he emphasized the word cameras—"seems like we should bring you back to the ground floor so you can find some—um—privacy.”

My stare was locked with Aurora’s, and I grinned devilishly. “You’re quite right. We need to get home so I can make love to my fiancée.”

Aurora blushed bright red, and the voice on the intercom coughed awkwardly.

I drew her in close just as the elevator began to move again, taking us down to the ground floor. “I love you, baby. I can’t wait to marry you,” I whispered.

Her face softened, and she melted into me. “I love you too, Will.” She glanced down, and when her eyes lifted back up, they were shining and open, completely honest. “I’ll marry you whenever and wherever you want. I just want to be your wife.”

Even though I knew I’d never take away her dream of being married in The Chapel of Dreams, it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me, and I crushed her to me, kissing her with everything I had in me.

Neither of us noticed when the doors slid open and all the people outside broke into applause.EpilogueAurora“Wake up, sleepyhead. You don’t want to miss this.” Running my fingers through Will’s blond hair, I waited for his green eyes to pop open.

“Miss what?” he grumbled, his strong arms wrapping around my waist to pull my body on top of his.

“History in the making.” I wiggled the small pink box I was holding in front of his face. “For the first time in our relationship, I want you to watch me pee.”

He rolled off the mattress, swept me up into his arms, and whooped, “Hell, yeah!”

I giggled as he carried me into the bathroom, gently setting me down near the toilet. Snagging the box from my hand, he ripped it open and yanked the cap of the little white stick. “Here you go, beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I whispered, heat filling my cheeks as I kept my eyes on his while I did my business. It was a little awkward, but I wanted my gorgeous husband to be with me during every step of my pregnancy just as much as he wanted to be a part of the entire process.

“It’s going to be positive,” he murmured into my ear after I’d washed my hands. His arms were wrapped around my body, his hands resting over my lower belly as we both stared down at the test.

I was barely a day late, but I had a feeling he was right. There had been something extra special when we had made love on our wedding night—more than just because it was our first time as husband and wife. I couldn’t help but think about it when my period didn’t come right on time two weeks later. I’d run out and bought the test between meetings and had barely been able to keep it a secret last night. But I’d really wanted to surprise Will with it this morning.

“You’re right. I’m pregnant,” I cried, tears streaming down my face as Pregnant 2-3 popped up on the indicator screen. “And I’m pretty sure you knocked me up on our wedding night since it says I’m two to three weeks along.”

“It looks like I put all that practice leading up to the wedding to good use.” He turned me in his arms and flashed me a smug grin.

“All that practice?” I echoed, shaking my head and laughing. “It only took me two months to pull together the perfect wedding when it would’ve taken anyone else at least a year.”

“Because you’re a fucking miracle worker.” His gaze dropped to my stomach and filled with awe. “In everything you do.”

I rose on my toes and brushed my lips over his. “Maybe, but I didn’t do this on my own. This little miracle is as much your doing as it is mine.”

“We should celebrate our success.” He lifted me in his arms and carried me back over to the mattress, setting me down gently. Then he stripped out of his boxers, placing a soft kiss on my belly before dropping down next to me. Pulling me close, he tugged my nightgown off my body and proceeded to kiss every inch of skin he uncovered. I was already a writhing mess of need when he reached my breasts. I felt the flick of his tongue against my nipple all the way to my core.