Amelia
Christmas Night - 1 year Later
The kids were already in bed.
I sat in the living room, admiring the ring on my hand. After the hearing last year, things moved rather fast for us. I ended up moving in with Dalton and the kids at the beginning of summer and never looked back.
“Think you can tear your eyes away enough to have some wine?” Dalton questioned, holding the glass out in front of me.
I let out a tiny giggle, taking the glass from him.
“Sorry, it’s just so beautiful,” I said, looking back down at my hand.
“I know. Looks even better on you.” He winked.
He placed his arm on the back of the couch, and I shifted so I could lean into him. The moment I rested against him, he placed his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.
“You happy?” he questioned.
“Am I happy? You aren’t seriously asking me that, are you?” I asked, taking a sip of my wine.
“I am. I just want to make sure.”
“I am,” I assured him. “I can’t wait to plan our wedding.”
“Same here, and I think the first person we should add to the guest list is Connie.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his suggestion.
“I’ll get right on that.”
Connie had been fired from Eastport at the beginning of the year. Apparently, when she lodged another complaint against Dalton at the beginning of this year, they had her followed and found that she had been following both of us. Turns out she was seeking Dalton’s approval since she’d never gotten over the fact I’d passed her over for promotions time and time again. When I confronted her on the second complaint she finally broke down and told human resources that. It didn’t matter that she held a high position at Eastport, she hated Dalton with a passion and wanted to win his approval.
“You know what I think?” he whispered in my ear as music quietly played.
“What?”
“I think I’d like to see you in nothing but that ring,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.
“Is that so?” I questioned, swallowing hard as a wave of excitement rolled through my body.
“Right there, in front of the fireplace,” he whispered.
My mind shot back to the first time we’d been together, right here on this couch. How I’d known he was for me and I was for him. We’d fit so well together.
He stood up, placed his glass on the table in front of us, and then turned, taking my glass from my hand. He then took hold of my hand, grabbing the blanket that lay on the back of the couch. Walking around the table, he spread the blanket out on the floor then wiggled his forefinger at me, in a come-to-me motion.
I shyly smiled as I always did and got up to go to him. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me deeply. This was how I wanted us to be forever—in love, with no one in our way.
At first, I thought the name Frost was so fitting, but I’d been wrong. He had a wonderful, caring heart, and he was warm and passionate, and I had never been so happy to be the owner of his frost-less heart.