Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“Hunter? What are you doing here?”
“I’m taking my girl to prom, just like we always talked about.”
“I…”
“You look beautiful,” I say, opening the corsage I brought. I put it on her wrist.
“Hunter,”
“We don’t have to talk right now, baby.”
“Okay.”
“Pictures!” Gladis says. She takes our pictures, several, what seems like hundreds of them.
“Mom, we should go,” Gwen says, making me smile.
“Alright, you kids have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Henry says. I think the poor man doesn’t know. I grin and taker Gwen’s hand, leading her outside.
“You got a limo?” she asks.
“Yes. We’ve been talking about this night for years, baby. I remember everything we wanted.”
“You do?”
“Of course I do,” I tell her as I help into the limo.
I climb in next to her and God, it just feels good sitting next to her. We sit in silence.
“Where are we going?” she asks as we pass the hotel where the prom is being held.
“Be patient, baby.”
“You know I’m not very patient and you know that I hate surprises.”
“I know this.”
We come to a stop at a Forsyth Park. We’ve had many picnics here. It’s one of the most photographed parks in Savannah. We love it here.
“Why are we here?” she asks, clearly confused.
“Come on,” I say instead of answering her. I take her hand and lead her to the fountain in the center of the park. “It’s beautiful here, isn’t here?”
“Yes. I love it here.” I drop to my knees in front of her, and pull the ring box out of my pocket. “Hunter? What the hell are you doing?”
“The moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew in my soul that my life was about to change, forever. I never would have thought that the gorgeous girl in front of me would be the one person I can't live without. I simply have to spend the rest of my life with you, Gwendolyn Ayala. Good or bad, I want to experience it all with you… Will you marry me?"
She doesn't say anything for a while, but tears stream down her beautiful face.
“Hunter, I have to tell you something.”
“You’re pregnant,” I tell her.
“How… what?”
“Baby, please,” I say standing. “Do you think that I don’t know every single inch of your body?” I pull her close to me. “Did you think you could hide this from me forever?”
“Yes… No… I don’t know.”
“Answer my question so I can put my ring on your finger, baby. Come back to me and be mine again.”
“You’re not mad at me? I haven’t ruined your life?”
“Fuck it, you’re marrying me,” I say, sliding the ring onto her finger. “First of all, it takes two people to get pregnant and no one’s life is ruined.” I put my hand on her belly. “I was upset when I first realized but more so that you’d keep it from me, not that it happened. I’m happy. I knew that I could get you pregnant when I slid my cock into you. I wanted to tie you to me. I didn’t think you’d leave me over it.”
“About that…”
“It’s not important right now. Have you been to the doctors? Do you know the sex? Is everything Okay? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. We’re fine. It’s twins. A boy and a girl.”
“Twins? Fuck, baby. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too. I’m sorry I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“I know, baby. I get it. I was never going to let you go anyway, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it,” I tell her, making her giggle. Fuck, I’ve missed that giggle. I kiss her for what seems like hours. When we finally come up for air, I remember we’ve got a dance to get to.
“Let’s get to prom, baby. We have a lot to celebrate tonight. Have you talked to Heather?”
“No. Why?”
“Guess who she’s at the prom with?”
“No! Ryder? Oh. My. Gosh! Fin-fucking-ly.”
“Exactly what I said.”
As soon as we get to the prom, we realize pretty quickly that Ryder has told Heather everything. Heather gets the DJ to play our song and we dance the night away.
I got my girl back and my babies with the perfect prom-posal. I vow to make our life together as good as it can be. For them, I’d do anything. They are my everything.
epilogue
Gwendolyn
Two Years Later
“Get back here, you two little monsters.” Laughing, I chase my two-year-old twins, Stefania and Stefano, around the yard as best I can, considering I am six months pregnant. These kids exhaust the heck out of me, but being with them during the day is the highlight. Walking toward the door, I grab each of their hands and walk back to the house with them. Once inside, I release them and giggle when they topple all over each other, trying to get to Loona, our Yorkie.