by Savage, Kat
“Good morning, babe,” I whisper into her ear.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, almost growling the way she does on the weekends before she has her coffee.
“It’s Sunday, whose turn is it to make breakfast?” I ask.
We’d fallen into the routine of taking turns making breakfast for each other on Sunday mornings while the other was in charge of music selection and general entertainment for the chef.
“It’s definitely your turn,” she says with a groan. She isn’t wrong.
“Do you want French toast or an omelet?” I ask.
“Definitely French toast.” She turns to face me.
French toast is her favorite so it isn’t exactly a competition. “With bacon?” I ask.
“When is ‘without bacon’ ever the right answer?” she asks.
“Good point,” I say. I lie there looking at her perfect face. Her eyes are closed and it’s this way that I find her most beautiful. First thing in the morning, with no makeup on, and no worry either.
“I can feel you staring at me, creep,” she says.
“Want me to stop?” I ask.
“Never,” she says.
I stare at her for a few minutes longer and then steal a kiss from her still lips. “One more question and then I’ll go fix that French toast,” I say.
“What?” she asks.
I reach under my pillow to retrieve the small box I had hidden there. She still has her eyes closed. I open the box and tap her gently on the shoulder.
She opens her eyes and they grow big and round and beautiful with a mix of excitement and fear like I imagined they would. “What are you doing?” she asks.
“Dani, we said we were going to see what this was, and I think we both know what it is now. It’s real, amazing, wonderful love. I can’t imagine my life any other way. I love you and I love us. Will you give me the extraordinary pleasure of marrying me?” I hold my breath. Something like this with Dani, even as solid as I think we are, is a risk.
She looks at me and then at the ring and back at me again. “You’re serious?” she asks, but not with doubt in her voice, or even fear.
“Deadly,” I say, smiling at her.
She looks at the ring again and a smile begins to spread across her lips. “I’ll marry you, Lucas,” she says.
I exhale finally, sighing in relief. I take the ring from the box and slide it onto her left ring finger.
She looks at it on her finger and then turns and kisses me. She puts her hand around my neck and runs her fingers through my hair.
Some things are meant to change and some things are meant to stay the same. This is a fact of life.
“Does it fit? I measured your ring finger while you were sleeping like a creep so I hope so,” I say.
“It’s perfect,” she says. “Can we do it in Vegas?”
“You want to get married in Vegas?” I ask.
“In a red dress,” she adds.
“I shouldn’t have expected anything traditional out of you,” I say, laughing. “We can get married anywhere you want, wearing anything you want as long as you’re mine afterwards.
“I’m yours now,” she says.
“I need you to be mine, always,” I say.
“Until death,” she says.
“Maybe even after that,” I say.
“Deal,” she says.
She leans in and kisses me again, but this time she doesn’t pull back. And she doesn’t have to. I would be here for her. Forever. And I couldn’t wait.
THE END
Acknowledgments
I have so many people to thank, I hardly know where to start. So much goes into putting a book together. A lot less sleep, countless hours thinking about the plot, your characters, and the right words. Agonizing over the title and cover and worrying if people will connect. It’s not a solo mission. It’s never a solo mission.
Thank you to my lover, Chris, who works very hard every day to provide for our blended little family so that I can focus on writing more and more. You believe in me and push me even when I don’t want to be pushed. Sometimes I don’t like you for it, but I always love you.
Thank you to Jen Rogue and Christina Hart. I agonized about putting one of you before the other on this page and realized you’re both so equally MY TEAM, that it didn’t feel right either way. I would without a doubt lose my mind without the two of you in my corner every day. I love you both more than words can measure. We must all die at the same time please.
Thank you to my sister Brittany who loves and supports me the way only the best little sister in the world ever could. You show me every day that you can do and be whatever you want and you are a constant reminder to me that it’s never too late to go on a new adventure. I love you immensely.
Thank you to all the bloggers and fellow authors and book community people! Your help and support through every release is undeniably important and immeasurably appreciated.
Thank you to every single reader who has ever picked up one of my books and fallen in love with my words. I cannot begin to express how much it means to me that you connect time and time again to what I write. You are what keeps me going.
About the Author
Kat Savage resides in Louisville, Kentucky with her family of heathens. She’s Slytherin, House Stark, and 99% sure her ancestors were pagan Viking Danes.
Kat Savage is a survivor of many ugly things and writes about them shamelessly in both poetry and novels. Join her reader group on Facebook—Kat’s MF Savages—and be the first to know all her secrets.
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Also by Kat Savage
For Now: A Novel
I Hope This Makes You Uncomfortable: Poems
Throes: Poems
Redamancy: Poems
Anchors & Vacancies: Poems
Mad Woman: Poems
Learning To Speak: Poems
Secrets We Told The City: Poems
(Co-Authored with J.R. Rogue)