Page 87 of Don't Lie to Me
I jumped awake at the sound of Logan’s shout. With eyes wide open, I brushed the hair out of my face and then frowned. Was I still dreaming?
Logan was smiling happily at me, standing next to my side of the bed, dressed in his tuxedo. I didn’t need to roll over to know that Jack was still lying in bed next to me, his arm wrapped around my waist and preventing the sheet from falling down and giving Logan a glance of my naked breasts.
I turned to him anyway. He looked perfect; too perfect for the first thing in the morning, and I still hadn’t processed why Logan was in his tux. Jack was dressed in cotton pajama pants and a long sleeve gray Henley shirt. His eyes laughed at me.
“What am I missing?” I asked, groggily.
His head nodded towards Logan. I turned back to my son, still standing next to our bed, and my eyes widened.
He was holding his ring bearer pillow proudly in front of my face and when I frowned again, he shoved it up closer to my eyes so I could see exactly what was sitting on it, and why he and Jack looked so excited.
“Daddy Jack has a present for you and he wanted me to give it to you.” A tear escaped my eyes, like it usually did at Logan’s new name for Jack. Marcus was dad, and Jack was daddy Jack. It was perfect.
Shock filled my eyes and I turned back to Jack slowly. He moved me, sitting me up against the headboard on our bed, making sure I stayed covered. My arms wrapped around the sheet on my chest as Jack moved and straddled my hips. His eyes turned serious as he reached over to the pillow, extracting the gift and holding it up to me. My eyes followed his every movement and my heart stopped.
This couldn’t be happening. Already? Did Macy know this was going to happen? Is that why she made that statement yesterday? Did my parents know? I couldn’t imagine Jack asking my dad for permission to marry his daughter, but at the same time, I wouldn’t put it past him to show my dad that respect either.
I breathed out slowly, my eyes flickering between Logan and Jack. My two men. Oh my god, this was really happening.
“Tap it down, babe,” Jack whispered softly, with a grin on his face.
I laughed, beside myself. I couldn’t believe this.
He held up the sparkling ring in between us and his smile fell, his expression turning serious and pensive. My jaw dropped. The only thing I could see were his brown eyes, boring into mine, and a massive amount of sparkling diamonds. An emerald cut diamond sat high and proud in the middle, larger than any diamond I had ever seen, all around the band were more emerald shaped diamonds, set down into the band, and the sides were filled with round cut diamonds. Diamonds. Everywhere.
All the blood drained from my head. If I had been standing, I might have passed out.
Jack cleared his throat. My eyes flew back to him and away from the offensive amount of sparkling ice he held in between his thumb and forefinger. He smirked, seeing the shock written all over my face.
“I’ve loved you for years, Emma, I just didn’t know it. You are my strength, and you and Logan fill my heart with an amount of joy and love I never knew possible before you walked into my life almost six years ago. You have given me a second chance at showing you how much I love you, and I want to make sure you know every day, for the rest of our lives, how much you mean to me. Marry me.”
I choked down a laugh at his command. He wasn’t even asking, just demanding.
Tears fell down my face and a smile erupted. My entire body flooded with goose bumps in the happiest kind of way. I turned to Logan who smiled.
“Say yes, mom!” He dropped his pillow and clapped his hands together, cheering me on, with pure exaltation.
I ruffled his hair and turned back to Jack. His eyes held a tiny amount of humor and nervousness.
“Of course I’ll marry you,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out as the tears fell down my cheeks. He brushed them away before sliding the ring on my finger. I thought he was going to lean in to kiss me, but at the last second, his arms reached over and he pulled Logan onto our bed, placing him in the middle of us and wrapped both of his arms around us.
Loving us, protecting us. If it was possible for a heart to burst with love and admiration for someone else, mine would have exploded on the spot.
He leaned forward, pressed a kiss on Logan’s forehead before moving to me and pressing his lips against mine. It was a chaste kiss, given our company, but when he pulled back and leaned his forehead against mine, I saw Jack’s own eyes glistening with tears.
“I will love you, always, and I will never hurt you or push you away again.”
I swallowed slowly. It was a promise he had made to me every day for the last four months since we got back together, and it meant just as much hearing it for the hundredth time as it did the first.
“I know,” I whispered and leaned up so I could give him a kiss. “I love you too.”
“Always?”
I nodded and glanced down at the ring on my finger before turning my eyes back to his. “Always.”
