“Oh, well, um, see the rest of my plan would involve you moving in with me now so we can get busy making those babies you want so desperately. The babies you thought you’d never have.” With a teasing grin, he added, “You’re getting, you know…”

Her scowl discouraged him from finishing that thought. “Since I’ve only recently forgiven you for breaking my heart, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you infer that I’m old.”

“All kidding aside, do you want to wait another year to get started on what we both want?”

Jenny didn’t need long to consider her answer. “No, I guess I don’t.”

“Then it’s settled. You’ll move in with us, we’ll make babies and build a house.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m old-fashioned or anything, but if we’re going to actively try to make babies—”

“We’re going to very actively try,” he said, earning a pillow to the face.

“If we’re going to do that, shouldn’t we, you know, at least talk about…” The stinker watched her, enjoying her discomfort when he knew damned well what she was getting at. “Are you going to make me say it?”

“I think maybe I am,” he said with a smug grin.

“I’d want to be married if I’m going to have a baby.”

“Married to me, or will anyone do?”

“I’m beginning to think anyone will do.”

He pounced on her and rolled her so quickly she had no idea how he managed to end up on top of her, their bodies aligned. “I’m going to forget that you said that.”

Jenny reached up to place her hands on his face, drawing him into her kiss. “No one else will do.”

“Then I guess you have no choice but to marry me.”

“And won’t that go down as the most romantic proposal in history?”

“No, but I hope this one will.” He slid off the bed, dropping to his knees before her. Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips and bent his head over their joined hands for a second, seeming to gather his composure.

Jenny had to remind herself to breathe while she waited to hear what he would say.