Chapter Ten
Wilson drove like a crazy man, navigating traffic and racing against time to get back to the diner. He’d been sent an alert on the guy’s whereabouts, and he’d tracked him down. He had no choice but to call Edward as he got word the man had decided to attack a gas station, and the woman who’d been working there had disappeared. After checking the security footage, Wilson saw his perp grabbing the woman and dragging her out by her hair.
So much for good behavior.
Getting the text from Macie had turned his whole world upside down.
Instead of waiting, he’d charged in there, getting shot in the process, but he’d been able to apprehend the bastard, locking him up until the police and medical services had arrived.
He had to give a statement, get medical treatment, and he’d been very much aware of the time ticking by, letting him know that he was late.
Macie’s shift had ended half an hour ago. His shoulder was killing him. He’d opted out of painkillers, much to the paramedic’s annoyance. The bullet had done a through and through. It wasn’t the first time he’d been shot, and he knew the drill.
He slammed his hand on the horn. “Get out of my fucking way.”
He needed to get to the damn diner. He’d been so distracted with getting this guy, he’d missed Macie suspecting she was pregnant. He should have been there with her when she took the pregnancy test.
Wilson hadn’t wanted to miss a damn thing, and now here he was, and he knew for a fact Macie was going to be thinking the worst. How he didn’t want to have a kid and all his words had possibly been lies.
He knew his woman, and she had a lot to learn about him.
He hit the horn a third time, and people finally moved out of his way. The diner was less than ten minutes out.
Slamming his foot on the gas, he made it in less than five, pulling on the parking brake swiftly.
Wilson climbed out of the car and went to the door. The main diner was dark, and he hit the door hard. In the back, near the kitchen, he saw a soft glow, and he knew Carl wouldn’t allow Macie to leave.
The man himself came out of the kitchen. He unlocked the door, letting him inside. “I was wondering when you were going to get here.”
“Where’s Macie?”
“In the kitchen. I’ll give you two some privacy. She’s … she is scared.”
Wilson nodded, and then he walked to the kitchen and stepped inside. Macie sat at the kitchen table. He was a little taken aback by how … nice the kitchen looked. Carl clearly took pride in his work. It was probably another reason people kept on coming back.
Macie captured his attention as he stared at her. She swiped at her cheeks, and it broke his heart.
“You are never going to cry again, so long as I can help it,” Wilson said.
“Wilson?” Macie gasped and stood.
He went to her, cupping her face, staring into her eyes, and kissing her. At first, she didn’t respond, and then she wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back, and he couldn’t get enough of her. She was so fucking perfect. He loved her more than anything, and she was going to have his baby.
“You came back?”
“Of course, I came back. There is nowhere else I want to be in this world than with you.” He stroked her cheek.
She nibbled on her lip. “You got my text?”
He pressed a hand to her stomach. “It’s why I drove like a crazy man to get to you. We’re going to have a baby.”
“Yes. I … I thought…”
He kissed her. “I know what you thought, and Macie, I’m not the kind of guy to tell a woman that I love them and not mean it. I love you. I have loved you for a long time, and you’re the only one I want to spend my life with.”
“I love you too.”
Wilson reached into his jacket pocket. “And I’ve been keeping a hold of this for some time, waiting for the right moment to give it to you.” He lowered himself down to one knee. He opened the box and lifted the ring. “Macie Green, I love you more than anything in the world. I want you to be my wife, the mother of my children. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Macie frowned, touching his jacket. “Wilson?”
“It’s nothing.” He hadn’t been able to contain his wince as she grazed right over the spot that hurt like a son of bitch.
“No, this isn’t nothing.” She tried to remove his jacket, and he took her hands.
“Do you want the long or short version of why I’m a little late for you this evening?”