I was six months pregnant when he (well, Mary), made us a picnic and said he was taking me to Central Park. The weather was mild, but not really picnic weather so we put on warm coats. He’d brought bacon sandwiches and hot coffee, and we sat on a bench in the park and enjoyed the food and drink.
“I’m selling the club.” He told me. “To Aidan.”
“You are? You don’t have to on my account, you know? It’s a good business.”
“I don’t want to be a dad and own a sex club. It doesn’t feel right.”
“Okay.” I told him.
“Also, I was thinking of selling my property business to Eli King.” Eli was another billionaire developer whose business was on the rise.
“So I’d work for Eli?” I said, tongue in cheek.
“Do you want to work for Eli?” He asked me. “Because you can. You can do whatever you want to do.”
“I want to live with you and have many, many babies.” I told him.
“Well, Eli discussed keeping me on in a consulting capacity. It means I can work the hours I want to work and can work from wherever we choose to live. Is there anywhere you’d want to go?”
I shook my head. “I like it here in Manhattan, but could we have a holiday home at the Hampton’s? A small one? Maybe four-bedrooms, for us to grow into?”
Henry kissed my head. “Anything you want. You realize once you become Mrs. Carter you’ll have my billions at your disposal, don’t you?”
“Now who said anything about me becoming Mrs. Carter?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
Then he dropped to his knees. There in the park. Holding out a box containing the most beautiful ring.
“Amelia Ann Wilson. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“Can we have the biggest, most elaborate wedding ever, after I’ve given birth and had chance to slim down?”
“Anything.”
“Like even have Justin Bieber sing at the reception?”
He laughed. “If he’s available.”
“Then, yes.” I smiled.
“So it was Bieber that clinched it?” He winked.
“Yes, otherwise I’d have said thanks but no thanks,” I joked.
He placed the band of diamonds on my finger. “I went for something non-traditional. I thought you wouldn’t want anything that might dig into the baby’s skin.”
I looked at my beautiful ring. “It’s perfect and thank you for thinking of that.”
Then I fell to my own knees in the park and kissed my new fiance while the people in New York walked and ran passed us getting on with their day.
When we went home, Mary was in the kitchen preparing dinner. I flashed my diamond wearing finger at her.
“Oh my God,” she squealed. “I’m so excited.”
“We need to talk, Mary, about your post.” Henry said, walking in behind me.
“Ah, I thought this day would be coming,” Mary said. “I know things will be changing now with the baby and everything.”
“That’s correct.” Henry said, holding his serious business face in place and I could have killed him.