“Ye did?” Matt looked surprised.
“You didn’t think I would propose without a ring, did you?”
His eyes filled with love. “That’s me favorite kind.”
“It was in the pocket of my dress when my water broke. Can you get it for me?”
My dress was with my belongings in the corner of the room. He found the ring and his hand paused. “What’s this?” He stared at the letter I had written him.
“That’s what I have been trying to give you ever since you moved out and I realized I couldn’t live without you.”
He slowly opened the letter and read in silence then walked over and kissed me softly on the lips. “Ye’ll never have to live a day without me again, love.”
I took the ring box from him and opened the case as I looked him in the eyes. “Will you wear this for me?”
“I would be honored.” He smiled with pride as I slid it on his finger.
Just then Declan started crying for once instead of Genie.
“Can you bring him to me? His diaper probably needs to be changed. Better do it before the girls arrive. They can’t wait to see our babies.”
“Sure thing.” Matt gently lifted the baby from the basinet, careful not to disturb little Genie. He set Declan on my lap on the bed.
“You’re probably better at this than I am with all the experience from your nieces and nephews.”
“I have changed a few nappies in me time. No worries, love. I’ll walk ye through it.”
I bit my bottom lip in concentration over my very first diaper change. Undoing the tape at the sides, I peeled back the diaper and grabbed the wet wipes. When I looked back at my son, I gasped. My gaze lifted to my fiancé, finally understanding the legend of the clover.
“That’s not a tattoo after all.” I laughed.
“Aye, it’s a family birthmark to a lucky few.” He winked.
“I’m lucky you’re not part of a cult.” I sighed in relief.
“You are one strange lass, me love.” He chuckled. “I love it.”
“And I love you, my lucky charm.” I kissed him soundly on the mouth.
Everything melded in this moment. Him, me, our babies, and our future. So much love in one small hospital room. I’d never felt happier or more blessed. All because I was afraid to turn forty. One thing was sure…
I’d do it all again.
Books By Kari Lee Townsend
KALLI BALLAS MYSTERY
CECE MONROE MYSTERY
SUNNY MEADOWS MYSTERY
