Everything on the tree is either white or silver with about a million lights, or what seems to be a million. There are huge vases on every single surface, filled with water and white branches with tea candles floating in them.
There are fake white trees all around the room as well, all lit up. The huge bay windows have tea light falling down on them. It really looks like a fucking fantasy.
I’m standing in front of the fireplace in my charcoal dress pants that I know she loves so much and beige knitted turtleneck sweater. The blue Tiffany’s box in my pocket weighs me down.
I know she’ll be here any minute. I had Meghan text me when she would be on her way home.
I mean, besides Matthew I also kind of had to get Meghan’s permission. She actually cried when I told her. But if we are honest, it’s the pregnancy making her soft. Yup, it seems that she will be welcoming a new member to the team. Even though it’s too early to tell, Tom is set on it being a boy.
I hear her car door slam shut. “Here goes nothing,” I tell myself.
I’ve played many hockey games against some of the biggest bad asses out there. Played a game with two broken fingers. That felt like child’s play to me compared to this.
I hear the door open, and I know exactly when she sees it all when I hear a gasp.
“Cooper,” she calls softly. I hear her heels click on the floor. Meghan made an excuse that she wanted to go girl shopping with her just to make sure she dressed nice. I couldn’t care less if she came in with battered up pants and a stained shirt.
She rounds the corner, her hand in front of her mouth. She looks at me with tears in her eyes.
“Hey.” I smile at her. She’s beautiful. She stands there in her tight dark blue jeans, her white V-neck sweater fitting her perfectly. Her black jacket, big bulky black scarf, and heeled booties complete the look.
“I got a tree,” I tell her, watching her take in the room.
“I see that. Santa also came and threw up everywhere.” She giggles. “What’s going on?” She turns around, making sure she sees everything.
“Come here for a minute.” I take my hand out of my pocket. I hold it out to her, and she slides her fingers through mine. “I want to ask you something.” I look at her and then finally get down on one knee.
She covers her mouth. I’m not sure what the sound was. It was a mix between a scream and a sob. “Cooper,” she whispers.
“I’ve never been in love. I never thought I would be. I thought that this feeling everyone spoke about was a myth, something that was made up. Till I met you.” I kiss her hand, my throat starting to grow thick. “The first time I saw you, I knew you’d be trouble. I just didn’t know how much trouble you would actually be.” I laugh, thinking of the first time I saw her getting out of her car. “When you got on that ice, that is when I knew you would possibly kick my ass. I watched you from afar at first, till I couldn’t take it anymore. The minute I sat with you my world tilted. It was like it was finally right. The more time I spent with you, the harder it was to stay away from you. Then I met the kids, and I have to say if you weren’t the whole package before, you were definitely the whole package in that moment.” A tear falls down her cheek. “I want to be there every single step of the way. Holding your hand. Wiping your tears, hearing your laughter, cringing when you yell to put the garbage out.”
She laughs, her smile lighting up her eyes.
“I want every single tomorrow that you have. I want every single memory to be made with you. I want to make a family with you. I want to see my kids grow in you. I want you to be the mother of my children, but most of all I want you to be my wife.” I pull the ring out, opening the top, and revealing the three-carat princess cut diamond ring. The whole band is covered in diamonds also. I know it’s too much, but to me it isn’t enough.
“I love you, more than anything in the world. Please be my wife. Please be with me. Please want me.”
Her tears are running down freely now. My eyes fill with tears, too, my throat full. I don’t know how long it takes her to answer, but it feels like a lifetime.
“I love you. You gave me hope again. You gave me so many tomorrows that I look forward to. You complete me fully. You love Allison and Matthew like they were your own, and nothing could make me love you more.” She gets down on her knees in front of me. “Marry me, Cooper. Be my husband.”
She doesn’t wait for an answer. She just grabs my face in her hands, leaning in and kissing me softly at first then with force. Our tongues slip into each other’s mouth. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer.
“Wait.” I pull away from her. “You didn’t answer me.”
“Neither did you,” she counters me.
“I asked you first.” Damn, this woman is impossible.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I take the ring out of the box, reaching for her hand and sliding it on her finger.
“Holy fuck, this thing is huge. Are you out of your mind?” She glares at me.
“Nope, not at all. But you know what I want. I want to see you wearing my ring and nothing else.”
“Oh really, because I was thinking we could hold off on the sex till after the wedding.” She grins.
I pull my phone out and start looking through my contacts.
“What are you doing?” she asks me, confused.
“Trying to find someone who can marry us tonight, because there is no way in fuck I’m waiting all that time.” I continue scrolling down. “You must have something white in your closet, right?”
The phone is ripped out of my hand. “Calm down there, big boy, I was just kidding.” She shrugs out of her jacket, throwing the scarf with it. “I don’t even know if I’m wearing matching panties.”
“Parker, I don’t give a shit what you have on. I want what’s under it.” I lean in to kiss her neck, nipping her earlobe next.
She stands up in front of me. Pulling off the white shirt she was wearing, she shows me that under that she is wearing a white bra that is half silk half lace with small flowers on them. The lace part shows me her nipples are ready. A white silk bow is tied in the middle. I go to reach for it, but she moves out of my way, kicking her boots off. Unsnapping the button on her jeans, I see the white under. The panties are the exact same lace as her bra, not keeping me from seeing her pussy. She shimmies out of her pants.
“Just the ring, right?” she asks, reaching behind her, and in one move her breasts are free, the cold air making her nipples pucker more.
“Just the ring,” I confirm, my cock trying to bust out of my pants like it’s the fucking Hulk.
She strips her panties down her legs, throwing them into the pile of discarded clothes.
“Is this what you wanted?” she asks, putting her left hand to her stomach, showing me the ring I just placed on it.
“Come here, babe.”
She walks to me, swaying her hips. I can already tell they will have my fingerprints by the end of the night.
“I love you,” she tells me while playing with my hair. I pull her down on her knees, pushing her till she is lying on her back.
“So fucking beautiful,” I say while I rip my sweater over my head.
Her eyes are starting to glaze over. She moves her left hand to her pussy right in front of me. She takes her ring finger and makes it disappear inside her. She moans softly when she takes it out and slowly starts to make circles with the same finger on her clit.
My eyes find the ring that is shining in the room, her pussy glimmering with her wetness.
Seeing her wearing my ring with the promises of what’s to come makes me lose my mind.
I grip her knees, pulling them back till she is fully open for me. Getting on my stomach, I reach out, dipping my tongue in her wet pussy. Tasting her. Teasing my tongue all the way up her slit to her clit, which she’s still rubbing. My tongue plays with her fingers, each one following the other, chasing. Two fingers enter her slowly, making her arch her back.
“
More,” she says, trying to move her hips so she can fuck my fingers. And as much as I want to drag this out, I want inside her.
I finger her twice more before biting down on her clit, feeling it get hard, her pussy tightening around the three fingers I have in her. I added one more to make her fuller. Looking up, I see she’s watching me eat her pussy, watching me devour her. That is the last straw. I whip my fingers out of her and undo my pants. Pushing my pants down, my hips make my cock jump out, knowing exactly where he wants to be.
I jerk myself twice, watching her watch me.
“I don’t know how long I’m going to last,” I tell her. I swear with that ring on I feel like a fucking virgin.
“I just need you.”
And in one hard stroke, I’m balls deep in her. It’s like I’m coming home. It’s like it’s always led to this moment. Placing my hands by her head, she wraps her legs around me, the heels of her feet urging my ass to move. I look into her eyes once more while I slowly slide out of her to the tip and then shoot home again.
“I love you,” she tells me while she places both hands on my face, her thumbs rubbing my bottom lip. I’m slowly going in and out. Rotating every second thrust to give her clit the pressure I know she needs.
“Going to have babies with you.” I lower myself to kiss her while I make love to her.
“I want to have your babies. I want those blue eyes staring at me all my life.”
I think of the time when we will actually start trying to have babies. “I want to be with you forever.”
She matches my thrusts now.
“I want to wake up to you every day of my life.” I look into her eyes. My hips try to hammer away at her, but my head plays it slowly because I know I’m almost there.
“I want to love you forever. I want to be Mrs. Parker Stone. That’s my Christmas wish.” She rubs herself on me while I’m buried in her. “You made my wish come true. I promise to spend the rest of my life making all your wishes come true.”
Her pussy grips me, and I know she’s coming, her moaning also letting me know. I plant myself inside her and release within her. Her pussy continues to spasm around my cock, pulling everything from me. I roll to the side so I don’t squash her. I’m trying to get my breathing back to normal when I hear her screech next to me.
“Holy fuck, did we just get engaged?” She pulls her hand closer to her face.
“I think we did.” I laugh at her.
“I have to call the kids, I have to call Meghan. Oh my God, I have to tell everyone I know.”
“Babe, I’m not finished with you yet. You can call everyone tomorrow. Right now we have to celebrate, and I want to do it naked.” I pull out from her, then step out of my pants that were still around my ankles.
Picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist.
“We should see how the ring looks in water. Shower, bath, or hot tub?”
“Last time we did that in the bath we almost flooded the kitchen,” she says, making me think back to the time she rode me so hard there was practically no water left in the tub with us. “I say we hit the hot tub. It’s a beautiful night.”
“Only going to get better,” I say, making our way outside where I plan to make love to her all night long.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Parker
When I open my eyes the next day, I look over to see that Cooper is already up. I blink my eyes a couple more times to wake up more. Memories of last night linger in my mind. But the biggest memory is Cooper slipping a ring on my finger.
I put my hand up in front of my face to make sure I didn’t dream it. Just when I smile to myself, I smell the scent of coffee coming upstairs.
Getting up and putting my robe on, I make my way downstairs. The rose petals still linger, the candles still lit up. I smile, thinking it was so beautiful, but he’s totally cleaning up this mess.
I walk into the kitchen and see Cooper leaning against the counter, looking at me. He’s in his famous basketball shorts hanging low on the waist. He is shirtless, of course, and his hair looks like it was ripped out from all different parts. Which it was many times last night.
I walk up to him, get on my tippy toes, and kiss his under jaw. “Morning.” I turn around, going to get a cup when I’m yanked back by my waist.
“Morning.” He kisses my lips.
I proceed to make my coffee, almost ready to take a sip of it when the doorbell rings. I look at Cooper while he looks at me. “Who the hell could that be at eight-thirty in the morning?”
I turn to walk to the door when I’m stopped in my tracks. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going like that?”
I look back and then down at myself. “I’m in a robe.” I plant my fists on my hips.
“Naked under that robe. No way in fuck you are answering the door like that.”
I roll my eyes at him and tighten the sash more, making sure nothing is peeking out. I make sure I check who it is when I see it’s Matthew. “It’s just Matthew. You can put your caveman away.” I laugh at him while he scowls.
“Hey—” And my mouth clamps shut because right behind Matthew is Allison and right behind Allison is James. I don’t have a second to think before the kids run in, dumping all their bags around. Allison runs to give Cooper a hug and talk about all the Christmas presents she wants Santa to bring.
James steps in just as I grab the collar of my robe with my left hand, not even thinking about the ring that is still on my hand. James’s eyes go wide, and I know I have to have this conversation with him.
“Hey, kids, can you bring the bags upstairs, please? And then maybe you guys can help Cooper clean up all this mess he made.”
Allison is happy to go to her room. Matthew groans, knowing that it’s not his mess, but he’ll be stuck helping out.
I look over at Cooper, hoping he gets the hint that I need to have this conversation with James.
He comes over, leans down, and kisses my cheek. “I’m going to make sure Allison puts her things away properly,” he says, going upstairs.
“James—” I don’t even get a chance to finish because James interrupts.
“You’re going to fucking marry him?” he hisses out, making me step back. My spine now goes up straight.
“Actually, I am going to fucking marry him. I would’ve married him yesterday if I could,” I tell him, knowing I would have never done it without the kids.
“You really think this thing with him is going to last? You don’t even know him.” His hands are now on his hips. Is this asshole for real?
“Well, considering I knew you practically all my life and you still fucked me over and cheated on me when I trusted you, what is the worst that can happen?” I cock my head sideways. “Right.”
“It was a mistake,” James whispers. “I want it back. I want my family back.”
I put my hand up, palm to his face. “James, I’m going to be honest with you. Even if Cooper weren’t here, it would never happen. You and me are never ever going to be an us again,” I say, trying not to raise my voice. “Ever.”
“What do you want me to do to convince you that I’m sorry?”
Is he insane?
“I want you to get in your car and go back to your fiancée. While I go upstairs and tell the kids that I will be marrying Cooper. That’s what I want from you. I want you to wish me well, I want you to continue to co-parent with me, but most of all I want you to get the idea of me and you never getting back together.” I go to the door and open it so he gets the hint that I want him out of my fucking house. Our fucking house.
Just then, I see Meghan and Tom, who is holding both of their children while walking up the steps. Jesus Christ, is anyone sleeping in today?
“Parker,” Meghan says. “Douchebag.” She turns to James, walking past him. Tom doesn’t say anything, just nods while he walks in, putting both kids down to run.
They make it around the corner before she has time to ask any questions.
“I thin
k you’d better go,” I tell James. “If you want, you can call the kids later.”
“I want you to be happy,” he says. “After everything you went through, I just want you happy.”
“Then let me be happy because he makes me happy.”
No other words are necessary because he walks out of the house. I don’t even wait to see him get in his car before I hear the kids run down from upstairs. Allison is screaming as she rounds the corner and sees the tree.
Cooper makes his way to me.
“Everything okay?” His thumb finds my chin, tipping it up.
“Yup, just fine. He’s happy for us. Kind of, a little, it’ll come,” I say while I laugh because this shit has to be fucking funny.
“Mom,” Allison sings. “Uncle Tom is holding your bra and underwear away from Auntie Meghan.”
My eyes pop almost out of my head, and I try to bury my head in Cooper’s shaking chest.
“Oh my God, did you not clean up this morning?” I say from his chest.
He can’t stop laughing.
“Mom, why are all your clothes downstairs near the tree?” Allison asks when she sees us. Matthew is in the back, groaning with disgust, while Tom holds up my bra and thong, smiling, and Meghan is trying to snatch them out of his hands.
“Hey, guess what?” I say. “We are getting married.” No time like the present, right?
Allison and Matthew rush to Cooper and me. Allison jumps into Cooper’s arms, and my boy comes to my side.
“Happy, Mom?” he whispers to me.
I turn to look at my boy with tears in my eyes. “Besides you and your sister, this is the happiest thing ever.”
Cooper’s arms reach around me, grabbing Matthew’s shoulder, squeezing.
“I want a white dress and a crown,” Allison states.
“You can get whatever you like,” Cooper says, and I know that he will give her whatever she wants.
“Okay, I’m out of commission but, I think it’s time to pop that bottle of champagne that has been sitting in this bucket all night,” Meghan says.
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