Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
“Do right by her?”
“Mr. Parker, sir, may I please have your permission to marry your daughter?”
Maverick hadn’t exactly thought his plan through. He wanted to get Freya pregnant to tie her to him, but everything else surrounding it had kind of gone fuzzy to him.
Elliot had given him permission, but he didn’t want Freya to believe that the only reason he was asking her to marry him was because of the baby.
“What are you doing?” Freya asked.
“One day, we’re going to tell our son and daughter how we got married. This is happening, Freya. You and I are going to get married, and we’re going to have a lot of sex and babies.” She giggled. “And I don’t want them to think the only reason I married you is because you were pregnant. I want them to know I married you because I loved you, and there was no one else in the world I wanted more.”
“Yes,” Freya said. “Yes, I will marry you because I love you, so very much.”
Maverick reached into his jacket pocket.
“What are you doing?”
He pulled out the wedding ring. He and Elliot might have also made a stop after the pharmacy. He’d showed Elliot the ring his mother had worn, and all the women of the Lavin line, and now it belonged to Freya.
“This was my mom’s,” he said.
He slid the ring onto her finger, and there it was, the perfect fit.
“You asked my dad, didn’t you?” Freya asked.
“The guy has a shotgun and I’ve already knocked up his daughter. That man was going to shoot my ass.”
Freya laughed. “Please tell me this proposal isn’t because of that?”
Maverick shook his head. “Your dad doesn’t scare me.” He kissed her. “But I am an opportunist, and this was just too good of an opportunity. I couldn’t pass it by.”
Freya smiled and he was never going to get bored with that smile.
“I guess we better go and get our answer,” she said, taking the kit from him.
He watched her as she flipped over the box and started to read.
“I’ve got to go and pee.”
“Do you want me with you?” he asked.
“To go and pee, I don’t think so.” She gave a chuckle. “But, I’ll let you know once I’m done.”
She had an en-suite bathroom. Freya had once told him that Adele had driven her parents crazy with locking the bathroom door and refusing to come out until she could figure out her skincare and makeup routine. Freya had nearly soiled herself, and her father took the door off the hinges. Within six months, both girls had an en suite, and they were banned from using their parents’ bathroom. Apparently that had been Adele’s plan all along.
Seconds ticked by, then a minute.
Freya appeared in the doorway.
He got to his feet.
“Now, we wait,” she said.
“So, you thought of me when you were younger?” he asked, sitting back down on the edge of her bed.
Freya laughed and moved toward him. “I might have...”
“Oh, yeah, and what kind of things were you thinking about back then?” he asked.
When she was within touching distance, he reached for her and pulled her in close. “We’re not having sex on my old bed?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Your dad and a shotgun.”
“You know he won’t use it,” Freya said.
“I’m not willing to take that chance.” He cupped her ass. “I like it, though.”
“What?”
“The thought of you thinking about me, being curious about me.”
“I was so jealous of my sister when she brought you around. I couldn’t believe she had Maverick Lavin as her boyfriend.”
“I was never her boyfriend, Freya. She was never you.”
He stared into her brown eyes, and he couldn’t believe his luck. Well, his luck and his opportunity. He was about to pull her down for a kiss, but then her alarm sounded and they pulled away.
“Is that what I think it means?” he asked.
“The test is ready.”
He took hold of Freya’s hand, and together, they walked into the bathroom. The results didn’t matter. She was going to be his wife, regardless of what the test said.
He finally had her, she belonged to him, and he would never let her go.
Epilogue
Ten Years Later
“Damn it, Ryan, give me that wrench,” Maverick said, watching his three-year-old son running away with the tool he’d put down for a moment.
He glanced around the garage and Freya was due back from the store in ten minutes.
Kasey, their eldest, had her head in a book. At ten years old, it felt like she was going on thirty. She was so damn smart already.
Then there was Benjamin, who was playing with his toy water guns, aiming at targets. He wanted a gun like his Grandpa Elliot, and to become a hunter.
Lilly, their next child, was in dungarees, covered in oil, as she insisted on being exactly like her father.
Then of course there was Ryan, who Lilly was chasing after. He didn’t just have four kids. Nope, it would seem when it came to Freya, he couldn’t keep his hands off her, and she had their twins with her at the store.