Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“You look absolutely incredible,” Dylan whispers in awe as I approach him. I kiss him and then turn to Rosie, scooping our adorable little smiling girl up in my arms and smothering her with kisses. “Why don’t you put her down here?” asks Dylan quietly, pointing into the sand. It’s only then that I notice a gorgeous, elaborate picnic laid out in the sand, with champagne on ice and all my favorite foods. Rosie’s little beach chair is tucked off to the side.
“Wow!” I exclaim, laughing. “Oh my god, Dylan, this is amazing! What’s the occasion?” I ask him, putting Rosie down.
“You are,” he says in his deep, gentle voice. I look up in surprise and find him close to me, smiling that gorgeous smile with its irresistible dimple. Before I can ask him anything else, Dylan gets down on one knee before me, pulling a little black velvet box from his pocket. Holy shit. My hand goes to my heart, as it feels like it’s skipped a beat, and my mouth falls open. Down from her little seat on the picnic blanket, Rosie giggles excitedly.
Dylan is looks up at me full of love and hope, and opens the box. Inside, glittering in the afternoon sun, is an enormous diamond ring. I gasp, unable to help myself.
“Fiona,” says Dylan. “I love you so much. You’ve made my life an actual dream - looking back I don't think I even knew I was alive before I met you. And now you've given me everything: a purpose, a life, and a beautiful daughter. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
I’m stock still for a moment before responding.
“Yes,” I exclaim through a fit of tears and laughter, my heart pounding a million miles a minute. “Yes, I will!” I reiterate. I see tears coursing down his face as he places the diamond ring on my finger - it fits perfectly. Then I fall into the sand on my knees beside him. And he kisses me as lovingly as he did in those feverish dreams of mine, back when I was without him during my pregnancy. Back when I used to dream about Dylan proposing to me and living happily ever after. Because who could have predicted that our real life happily ever after would be even more incredible?
After all, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I was a girl in an impossible situation. A woman who had dated twins and through a twist of fate, slept with both of them within one week. It’s not your usual set-up, and I didn’t expect either man to stick by my side. But my one true love, Dylan Masterson, came through for me. He showed me the power of passion and steadfast strength, and as a result, I live this life now, with my man and baby girl by my side, and a ring on my finger. What could be better? After all, sometimes a girl really can get lucky … and with Dylan Masterson by my side, good fortune will always shine.
Epilogue
Fiona
The sun has long gone done. Stars wheel overhead, and I don't know whether it’s the champagne I’m drunk on, or my love for Dylan and Rosie, or my excessive happiness. After Dylan proposed to me and I said yes, my mother showed up beaming.
“It’s part of the plan,” Dylan had grinned. Elaine is very much in the picture now that she has a grandchild, and she and Dylan are as thick as thieves.
“What plan?” I had asked him.
My fiancé grins.
“I wanted Rosie to be with us when I proposed. To be a family when I asked you to be my family,” he explained. “But now it’s time for you and me. Your mom will watch Rosie until tomorrow.”
I gasped because it’s the first time I’ve spent more than a couple of hours away from my daughter, but my fiancé was right. It’s good for Dylan and me to be alone together. Especially now, on this momentous night.
Because I’d been feeling so sexy since I gave birth to Rosie - like I had really found this incredible source of feminine charm after delivery. My tits were so swollen, my nipples so sensitive, my pussy awakened by nature’s gift. But I’d been so preoccupied with her and so tired around the clock that actual sex with Dylan had rarely happened. So the fact that we had time alone together on a romantic moonlit night was incredible.
Dylan and I have just been talking and eating and drinking together as we watched the sun go down, but now my body is responding to his presence. I find myself wanting him more than I've been able to allow myself all these months. And reading my mind, my man suddenly stops talking. Without a further word, he puts down the champagne glass he’d been holding, and leans down over me to kiss me. With a moan, I welcome his lips onto mine, responding hungrily. His hands slide under my torso, pulling me up towards him.