Ashley screws up her face. “Really? I’m not hungry at all. Eating’s cheating. Nobody eats in Vegas.”
Joshua and Adrian burst out laughing and I inhale deeply.
This night will be the fucking death of me.
10AK NIGHTCLUB - 11pm
I watch the man talking to Ashley with my heart slamming against my chest.
This is it.
Everyone is over in the corner and the security guards are along the wall.
I grip the ring with white-knuckle force in my pocket.
Fuck.
I’ve never been so nervous.
I see Ashley start to look around for her friends.
Go-time.
Holy fucking fuck!
I make my way over to them. “Is there a problem here?” I ask.
“Who are you?” the guy sneers.
“None of your business,” I reply.
Ashley starts to look around for our security guards.
“Is this dead shit your husband?” the guy asks.
Ashley is looking around for the others as she gets nervous. “No this is.”
My heart hammers hard as I watch her, and I drop to my knee and pull out the ring.
She turns back to me and her eyes widen.
“I’d like to be your husband for real.” I grin up at her, full of hope. “This time in Vegas, things will be different.”
Tears fill her eyes and an unfamiliar emotion runs through me as I smile softly.
I wish I could bottle this moment.
She looks over to our friends, who are all bouncing on the spot.
“I should have trusted my gut instincts and taken you straight to the chapel and married you that night,” I whisper.
She puts her hands over her mouth in shock.
“Will you marry me, Ashley Tucker?”
She laughs and bends to kiss me. The crowd cheers around us.
Our faces are scrunched together, and she clings onto me with excitement. I stand and slowly slide the ring onto her finger. She holds her hand out to look at it and then looks back up at me.
“You didn’t answer me,” I whisper as I wrap her in my arms. “Say it out loud.”
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” She laughs. “You are the best fake husband I could have ever asked for.”
Our lips meet as she wraps her arms around me and I know, without a doubt, that I am the luckiest man on Earth.
Dr Stantons Epilogue Chapter 4
Ashley
The morning sun peeks through the blinds and I can hear the birds chirping outside our window. The room is semi-dark, and the sound of Cam’s breathing as he sleeps is the only things to be heard. I hold out my hand and stare at the engagement ring on my finger, a broad smile crossing my face.
I can’t believe it.
I actually cannot believe it.
I’m getting married, and not married to just anybody—I’m getting married to Cameron Stanton, the man of my dreams—the man of every woman’s dreams.
How did I ever score this? I thought I was simply getting a slutty, hot hookup in Vegas and I somehow ended up pregnant... to someone who turned out to be the perfect male specimen.
What were the chances?
How in the heck has everything that was once so wrong turned out to be so right?
It’s been a week today since Cam asked me to marry him with the perfect Vegas proposal, in the same place, at the same time, in the same scenario as we first met. I have floated through seven blissful days, and even though Cam and I are always tight, and things are normally pretty great between us, I feel like this week has been a turning point.
We can’t get enough of each other.
Literally.
We kiss in the car like school kids. I don’t want to go anywhere without him and he has been looking at me like I’m the only woman in the world. It’s as if a new, deeper level of intimacy has been reached between us. He was so proud this week to tell everyone that we are getting married. I can’t wait to be his wife.
We’re getting married!
It feels like now we know that this really is forever, everything has changed and somehow become deeper.
I bring my hand closer to my face, study my ring, and I smile. It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Exactly what I would have picked, even if it is a bit big. Cameron was concerned it wasn’t big enough.
Typical Cameron.
“Will you stop looking at that ring?” Cameron whispers huskily.
I turn and softly kiss him on the lips. “I can’t.” I turn back and study it again. “I still can’t believe you asked me to marry you.”