I flashed my sisters a smug grin. “There you go. You’ve both proved me right.”
“You’re no fun,” Ariel grumbled as she slouched down in her seat.
“I have to disagree with you about that.” At the sound of the deep, sexy voice, my sisters twisted in their seats while I glanced over their shoulders. Will was leaning against my doorway, holding a brown paper bag in one hand and a tray with two fountain drinks in the other. “I always have fun when I’m with Aurora.”
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Ariel snickered.
Belle stood and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring daggers at Will. “You’d better not be implying that the only thing Aurora is good for is a bit of fun in the sack.”
“Yeah,” Ariel agreed, her smile wiping clean from her face as she jumped up to stand next to Belle. “What’re your intentions toward our sister?”
I stood so I could see around the wall they’d created. But Will just strode across the room, walking past my sisters to set the bag and tray on my desk before rounding it to come to my side. He wrapped his arm around me and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Hey, baby. I was hoping you weren’t too busy to take a break and have lunch with me.”
“Nope.” I gestured at my sisters. “These two aren’t even supposed to be here right now.”
“Great,” Will murmured before he kissed me as though he hadn’t seen me just that morning.
Belle cleared her throat, and when we drew back from each other, she waved. “Um, hello. We’re standing right here.”
“And we asked an important question that you haven’t answered yet,” Ariel snipped.
Will stepped to my side and scowled at my sisters. “Because it’s fucking ridiculous to think that the only reason I’d be into Aurora is for sex,” Will muttered, his hand fisting at my hip. “I’m in this for the long haul—love, marriage, and baby carriages; the whole shebang.”
“Marriage?” I echoed softly, staring up at him in shock. I didn’t want to address the “love” part of his statement with my sisters standing right there.
“Damn straight, marriage,” he repeated, shifting his stance so we stood chest to chest. “Where did you think this was headed? We’ve been having unprotected sex since our first time together. You could already be pregnant.”
“I think that’s our cue to give them some privacy,” Belle whispered. My gaze didn’t leave Will’s, but I heard the door shut behind my sisters after they left.
“I don’t know.” I shook my head, my mind reeling. “I guess I didn’t think you’d want to get married since you spend your days helping people get divorced.”
“Of course, I want to marry you, Aurora.” He cupped my face with his palms. “If anything, all the years of watching marriages fall apart have taught me every lesson there is on how to make one work. My intention has never been to break people up, but rather to make a potentially volatile situation happen as calmly as possible. Especially when kids were involved.” Will’s eyes darkened with anguish. He exhaled slowly and touched his forehead to mine. “I have always been a firm believer in marriage. And the one thing I know for certain is that it will only work if you find the right person.”
Pulling back, he grinned at me, the smile reaching his eyes. “Besides, I’ve been doing my best to fuck my baby into you, and I haven’t exactly been hiding it. Did you really think all this time that I wanted you for my baby mama and not my wife?”
I shrugged my shoulders, cursing my fair skin as I felt it heat in embarrassment. When he put it that way, I should’ve considered he’d want to get married at some point. “I didn’t really think about the future as much as I probably should’ve. I was just enjoying what we have now. And it’s hard to think straight when you’re naked. Which is pretty much any time we aren’t at work lately.”
He chuckled and smiled. But just as fast as it had appeared, the happy expression slid off his face. “Wait.” His head reared back, and his eyes filled with a possessive gleam. “Did you not question it or push for more from me because you don’t want to get married?”
“No, I do want to get married.” I gripped his arms as though I was afraid he would run away.
“Good.” He nodded his head and pulled me close. “Then it’s settled. Tell me when and where you want to do it, and we’ll get married. Just make it sooner rather than later.”
I took a step back to glare up at him. “Um, how about, no?”
He glared right back at me. “What do you mean, no?”
I planted my hands firmly on my hips. “First of all, I’ve been dreaming about my wedding ever since I was a little girl. When I get married, I’m going to take as much time as I need to plan the whole thing. The ceremony and reception will have all the bells and whistles, and my groom will be happy about it because he’ll want me to have my dream wedding.”