“Of course I will,” I said, jumping on him and wrapping him in a hug, which accidentally knocked the ring from his fingers.
We both laughed, then worked together on our hands and knees to look for the ring, which somehow took a miracle bounce and wound up impossibly far from where it had dropped and partially tucked under the rug.
Riggs slid it on my finger but put it on the wrong hand. I didn’t fix it because I didn’t want him to think he’d screwed this up. The truth was he’d gotten it perfect. If the point of a perfect proposal was to demonstrate love, Riggs had knocked it out of the park.
“So,” he said. “I understand it’s tradition to consummate the marriage, correct?”
“On the wedding night,” I said, smirking.
He frowned. “That’s disappointing.”
“Some couples wait until marriage for sex, you know. Would you have waited for me, Riggs?” I asked, giving him a mischievous batting of my eyelashes.
“It would have been hard,” he said.
“What’s that, the wait or the thing between your legs?”
We were both still sitting on the ground from our search for the ring, and Riggs scooted closer, kissing me tenderly. “Keep talking dirty, and we’re about to consummate this engagement right here on the floor.”
I bit my lip. “Well… It would be fun to have a baby as a wedding gift.”
Riggs perked up at that. We’d so far made no serious attempt to get pregnant. He claimed it wasn’t easy for a werewolf to get a vampire pregnant, but he’d still been pulling out, even if we hadn’t taken the precaution of a condom after the first couple of times.
“You want that?” he asked.
I put a hand on my stomach, imagining what it would feel like to know a little life we’d built together was growing in there. I nodded. “I would. I want you to put a baby in me, Riggs.”
His eyes flashed yellow as if I’d spoken some sort of hex to immediately wake his wolf.
Riggs struggled for a moment within himself, then only one eye remained yellow.
I felt my stomach go warm. Sex wasn’t always half wolf like this, but I’d come to learn that some of our most memorable encounters were with that single yellow eye. Riggs fully himself was already wild and untamed. Riggs with his wolf unchaining his reservations was like a hurricane.
I expected him to take me right there, but he surprised me by scooping me up and throwing me over his shoulder like a caveman. I laughed, swatting at his back and kicking my legs while he carried me down the stairs toward our bedroom. “My legs work!” I protested.
“You’ll need to save your strength for this,” he said. “We’re not stopping until there’s a baby growing inside you.”
I laughed. I was fairly sure it didn’t work that way, but like all things with Riggs, I planned to enjoy the ride and worry about what may or may not come when I got there. Right now, all I needed was this moment. This perfect moment that I sensed was just one of many, many more to come.
The End