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He said, “Marry me.” In response to my not being able to handle the possibility of having another person possibly attack me in the house. I had been contemplating leaving here, him, and everything we have. I’ve already promised to marry him, but I’ve been putting off setting a date because of the pregnancy as well as I’m still not certain that I didn’t just say yes because I felt trapped.
“When?” I ask him. Curious as to what he’s thinking for a timeline.
“The sooner the better. I wanna be able to call you mine, all mine.” He says with a sexy growl in his voice.
“Well, we can’t do it tomorrow since it’s Christmas eve. It would ruin the day for Luke.” I answer him trying to put off a wedding for as long as possible. I’m still not certain that I’m not doing it for the wrong reasons.
“How about next week. That’ll be time for Christmas to pass and to plan for a small ceremony.” He suggests as he starts to kiss my ear ever so lovingly.
“Why so soon, I thought you wanted me to plan out my wedding and all.” I retort.
“Well, I’m tired of waiting. I want you to myself now.” He says nibbling on my neck which he has learned is one of my turn ons.
I roll over to face him and say, “But, Anthony...” He stops me dead in my tracks with a crushing kiss.
By the time he’s done intoxicating me with his kiss he pulls away and says, “You’re safe with me. You’re a strong woman and I love that about you. I couldn’t have asked you respond any differently than you did in the situation last night .” He tells me. “Now lets set a date because I want you and Luke as mine before the baby comes.”
“Okay, Okay.” I finally reply. “How about the middle of January? It’ll give Chris time to request the day of the wedding off, since I know you want him as your best man. Plus, it will give me time to pick a dress and such.” He’s managed to talk me back into staying without saying much at all. Some how he knows what to say and when to say it.
“Okay it’s settled middle of January.” He says with a smile on his face.
The next two weeks go by in a blur and before I know it we are heading to my second ultrasound appointment. I’m now at twenty weeks, and today we get to possibly find out what the sex of the baby is. The appointment goes pretty well as planned. Anthony and I have decided not to find out the sex unless, the baby just shows it off.
In another two weeks we will be Mr. and Mrs. Sharp. I am getting nervous. I’ve never had a real wedding, but this is still thrown together, at least that’s my impression. Anthony has been sneaking around keeping things secret from me. I’m wondering what he’s planning with all this secrecy.