“Travis, what are you doing?” I cover my mouth and squeal.
He grabs my other hand and smiles. “Remember earlier when I said that I couldn’t ask for anything more because I was just so happy to be with you?”
I nod, holding back more tears.
“Well, I lied. There is one more thing that would make me the happiest man. One more question I need to ask you…”
I gasp.
“I know our relationship may seem unconventional to some, but it’s our story, and it’ll always be my favorite one, no matter how many other chick flicks you make me watch or how many romance novels you read.”
I release a sob, laughing between.
“Will you marry me, Viola Fisher?”
I nod because I’m too overcome with emotion to speak actual words.
“Yes? Is that a yes?” he clarifies, smiling up at me.
“Yes!” I shout. As he slides the ring up my finger, he places a kiss over my knuckles.
“You just made me the happiest guy in the world. Do you know that?” He stands up and cups my face. “The fucking happiest.”
“And you say you aren’t like the guys in my romance books?”
He leans in and kisses me, softly at first, and then opens my mouth wider with his tongue and presses deeper. I groan against his lips, and he grips my waist tighter.
“Dammit, I want to fuck you right now,” he whispers against my lips, and I chuckle. “How’s that for romance?”
“I’d say you nailed it.”
“You ready to find out if we’re having a little prince or princess?”
“Yes!”
CHAPTERFORTY-TWO
TRAVIS
NINE MONTHS LATER
“Courtney!”I bellow from my office. “Get in here, please!”
“Yeah, boss?” she asks, peeking her head inside. She’s dressed up more than usual, which is really no surprise since it’s Friday. Drew always stops in and brings everyone lunch at the end of the week. It’s one of the arrangements I’ve had to make to get Courtney on my permanent staff. She’s proved to be an asset, and after she had started getting offers from other companies, I knew I had to up my game to keep her even if that meant offering Drew as bait.
“I have a one o’clock interview, so any lunch shenanigans need to be done before then.”
She steps in and rolls her eyes at me. “Please, Travis. Drew has made it very clear that we’re just friends.”
“But that hasn’t stopped you from trying.” I curl my lips up in a mocking smirk. She hates it when I give her shit for crushing on Drew.
“Well, I’m not a quitter,” she says, shrugging. “Those cuffs might come out to play one of these days.”
I snort and shake my head at her. “You’d have more luck devirginizing a monk.”
“Hey, don’t tempt me.”
“Trust me. I’m not.” Drew is an idiot for not taking Courtney up on her offers. She’s gorgeous and smart and looks at him like he’s the best thing since Nutella. But Drew isn’t over Mia yet, which is a damn shame, so he keeps Courtney at friend-zone distance. As far as I know, they only talk and text each other about Viola, the wedding, or the baby. Courtney is the maid of honor, and Drew is my best man, which gives Courtney more excuses to be around him. I only hope he gets over Mia before it’s too late and Courtney has moved on.