“I love you, Freya. I love you with all of my heart.” He was so fucking nervous. “I want you to know that if your father was here I would have asked him for his permission before doing this, but I hope he’s looking down, approving of what I’m about to ask his daughter.”
She was crying, a smile on her face.
“You’re the only woman I want to spend my life with, to carry my babies, and to be by my side until we are old.” He opened the box that held the diamond solitaire. This wasn’t like when he’d proposed to Meghan, or when he thought he’d loved her. Things had been so different back then … he’d been a different man back then. Freya was the woman he was meant to spend his life with.
He felt so nervous. They both loved each other, and he was pretty sure she’d say yes. But there was this little voice in the back of his head that said maybe, just maybe, she’d say no.
He glanced down at her hand, stared at her ring finger, and just said it already before his nerves got the best of him. “Freya, sweetheart, I love you, and I know you love me.” He took a deep breath. “Freya Fallon Dresden, will you marry me?” He took the ring out, slipped it on her finger, and waited. For a second she just stared at the ring, and then she started crying harder.
She sniffed, looked at him, and then at the ring again. “Yes, Elijah. Of course I’ll marry you.”
He had her in his arms and off the bed a second later. Elijah held her, kept her tightly against him, and inhaled deeply. “You make me so damn happy.” This was his life now, and damn what a good life it was.