I blink away the shit in my head that I know isn’t true, and bend down to one knee, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs and a smile.

“I love you, Winter. I think I always have, and I know we haven’t been together long, but… I want to renegotiate terms.”

Her big brown eyes blink at me a few times before her lips part on a shaky breath. “What are your terms, Mr. Fox?” she breathes, looking stunned, but elated.

“Marry me. Marry me, and I’ll make you the happiest woman on the planet. I’ll never tire of you, I’ll never want anything more than the amazing life we’ll build together, and I’ll never be unsure that we have everything we need in each other.”

Tears well in her beautiful honey-brown eyes, and I know, I know, that the only thing I’ll ever regret from here on out, is not finding her sooner.

“Also,” I add. “I’ll give you the best orgasms of your life. As often as you want, every day, for the rest of our days. And babies, I’ll give you babies, too.”

Her smile reaches her eyes and a laugh bubbles in her chest. “One condition…”

I stand at my full height, looking down at my girl, pulling the ring from the velvet box, then tossing the box on the counter. “Name it.”

“I want three kids, minimum. And a dog. Oh, and I want to go to France for our honeymoon. Paris is the city of love after al—”

I cut her off with my mouth. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into our kiss deeper, pressing my hard body to her soft one with so much passion I fear I could burst.

I pull away slightly. “Agreed. Permission to put a ring on it now.”

“Permission granted.”

Our teeth clank as I smile into her mouth, then pull away and take her hand into mine. I slip the giant fucking diamond that cost more than three of my cars combined on her finger and kiss her knuckles.

“It’s beautiful,” she purrs. “How did you know I’d like rose gold over platinum?”

“I know my baby…” I say, then hoist her up by her luscious ass.

She yelps, wrapping her legs around my waist, and giggles into my neck. The best feeling in the entire fucking world.

“Let’s go put some babies in you,” I say, striding through the dining room to the hallway.

“No way, not yet.” She giggles and squirms in my arms. “Sondra’s been sick from morning to night every day for three weeks. She can’t even eat cheese. Can you believe that? No cheese! Plus, I don’t want to share you just yet.” She kisses my neck, making my cock come alive in my briefs.

I kick our bedroom door open and drop her onto our bed.

“I want a minimum of one year with just us,” she says. “Snuggling, laughing, midnight ice cream dates, and those orgasms you promised me.”