“Are you kidding me?” I scream at Wilson as he gets on his knees. “What are you doing? Get up! Get up!”

He grins and uncaps a ring box where a sparkling diamond ring rests between two thick black cushions. “Zora Elizabeth King—”

“Wilson, don’t you dare…”

“You are the light of my life—”

“…You better shut your face.”

“I want to spend every morning waking up to you—”

“I swear I’m gonna kill you, Will…”

“Every night, I want to sleep with you in my arms—”

“That’s it! You’re dead!”

Wilson jumps to his feet and skates around the kitchen table. “Could you do me the honor…”

“Will!” I sprint toward him as he flies toward the living room.

“Of being my wife!” he yells.

I leap on his back, monkey-style. We both go down. Wilson rolls over so I land on him instead of the rug. I glare at his stupidly handsome face and swipe the ring from his hand. “Not yet.”

“I can’t wait.”

“It’s one more year. Just wait one more year.”

“That’s why I bought the ring now. You can start planning for the wedding. I want to marry you exactly on the day your ban is up.”

“You’re crazy. I look even uglier now than I did the day you originally proposed. You could have given me a warning.”

“No way.” He wraps his arms around me and stares into my eyes. “You’re stunning.”

“Liar.”

“Is that a yes?”

“I’ll think about it. Did you ask Thomas’s blessing?”

He tilts his head. “Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“Since Diandra still won’t admit that they’re dating, he’s not too happy. I don’t think he likes us very much.”

“Why? Because we can love each other openly?”

“Because he doesn’t want you to get married before he does.”

“So what did he say?”

Wilson runs a hand through his hair. “Do I really need your brother’s blessing?”

I sit up, but Wilson keeps his hands on my waist so I can’t get off him. “Yes!” I frown. “You do.”

“Okay.” A sneaky grin climbs his face.

“Wait…” I blink. “Did you get it?”

“Yeah. Thomas gave me the old ‘if you hurt her, I break your neck’ shtick, but he gave in eventually.”

“What about your mom?” I ask. Katrina was less than pleased that we hadn’t told her about the baby when it first occurred. She made me promise that I would keep her informed of any major decisions.

“My mom’s ecstatic. She wants to plan a huge party in the States. I told her you wouldn’t be into that but—”

“Heck yeah, I want a huge shebang. I want everyone to know that you belong to me.”

His eyes get that sexy smolder that drives me absolutely crazy. “Shall we get matching forehead tattoos?”

I laugh so hard I fall off Wilson’s body and tumble to the floor. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you.” He props himself up on his elbow. “I wish I had my camera.”

I roll my eyes. Apparently, Wilson’s an amateur photographer. If I just breathe, he cracks that camera out and snaps a photo. Amaya told me he deleted all the pictures of Violet and bought even more hard drives to fill with memories of our life together.

I was touched.

Slightly creeped out.

But touched.

“How is it?” He glances at my chest. “Any heartache I need to kiss away?”

I shake my head. “Nope, this heart is overflowing with love.”

“For me?”

“For your scrambled eggs.”

“Come on.”

I laugh and tease him until we both are laughing so hard we can’t even breathe.

I never thought I’d be the Cinderella. But look at that, my story’s got it’s own happy ending.