Sugar Pie by Victoria Pinder
47
Warren
Kerry slept, but when the sun rose, I realized how much I needed to show her that I needed her in my life.
She’d forgiven me and was there with me, and I needed to prove to her that I meant what I said.
So I called a jeweler downstairs who often worked with my mother, and she brought me exactly what I described. I went for a star cut because she was my angel.
Then I made her breakfast, including coffee. I wasn’t a good chef, but the eggs weren’t too bad.
The jeweler rang, and I buzzed her in. I met her at the door and signed for the ring.
As I closed the door, Kerry walked over and pointed to the bag.
I tensed. I’d intended to set up a bigger proposal, but she asked, “What’s this?”
I handed her the bag, as I wasn’t sure what else to do. “An engagement ring.”
She opened the bag. “Are you serious?”
I nodded. “We can go as fast or as slow as you want, but my parents are dying to meet you, and I want to take you to Italy.”
She laughed. “All of that before coffee?”
My heart lifted as I realized she hadn’t said no. “I have that here for you too.”
“You’re sweet.” She took the cup I handed her.
It was now or never. I went down on one knee and glanced up at her, taking the ring back as I said, “I want to spend every second of every day with you, and I want that to start right now.”
She laughed and brushed my cheek. “My mother isn’t going to believe me.”
My gaze narrowed. I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
She tugged me to get up then threw her arms around me. “Doesn’t matter, though. What matters is that we’re together. I can’t wait to marry you, Warren.”
Then she kissed me. My heart was hers for forever.