“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I will marry you. I choose you, too. Birds, rocks, whatever. I’m yours and she’s ours. She is us. The perfect life and family.”
He rushes me, kissing me, and then leans down to kiss her before sliding the huge solitary onyx diamond onto my finger.
“Oh my God, Ryder, it’s gorgeous.” I wipe my tears and look at it.
“It’s a diamond forged on the date you were born, literally created for you.”
“I love it,” I say quietly
“I loveyou.”
“I love you, too.”
“Ride or die, Little Doll.”
“I’m riding, always.” He smiles, and I palm his cheek.
I look at the ring and then back at our little angel. There are no words to explain the feeling that overtakes me. I never imagined I would end up with a man who adores me and a daughter who will never want for anything. Giving her the best life is the ultimate dream and because of Ryder, I can.
“Krista Celeste Marquez,” I say, trying out my future last name. “Sounds perfect.”
“Hell fucking yeah, Little Doll.”
The nurse comes into the room. “I am so sorry to disturb you, but I have some paperwork here for the little one. Dad needs to sign her certificate and we need to pick a name for the sweet thing.” Her southern drawl is a comfort because it reminds me of my grandma.
She places them on the dresser and I swear the room Ryder got is like an apartment. The furniture is beautiful and it’s almost like we are staying in a luxury hotel instead of a hospital room.
“Yes ma’am, we will get right on it.”
She looks at me and smiles. “Oh, so you settled on a name?” she asks, fluffing the pillow on Ryder’s bed.
“Yes, her name is…”
Ryder finishes my sentence, “Aaralyn Love.”
The End
