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I am so sorry that this didn't get to Book Crush in time.  I am posting it here temporarily since I posted it was available until it gets on her blog.

Enjoy! (Rough draft and subject to change.)




Part of me wishes I gone ahead and withdrawn from the semester after Christmas break when I requested my transfer. I could have moved to Atlanta while I waited. If I had not been able to transfer for the spring semester, I could have used that time to plan the wedding.

Now, just thinking about everything I have to do makes me overwhelmed. We’re officially moving me to Atlanta this weekend. It’s all bittersweet. I'll be even farther away from my sister, my only real family. I know Sam is considering transferring to Emory at the end of the semester, which makes me hopeful that losing the distance with Bradley won't mean that I'm sacrificing precious time with her. Though the end of the semester is still a long way away, I have hope it will all work out for the best.

Then there’s the wedding. We’ve yet to set a date. He doesn’t believe me when I say I’d be content eloping, but I would be. I just want to be able to be with him in every way. The waiting is killing me, and I worry that his patience is running out. He says it's not, but I've been there, and done that before with Ian.

Ugh at Ian entering my thoughts again. He seems to be on my mind far too frequently. It infuriates me that he's found yet another way to hurt me. It's hard for my brain to believe that all of the things he said to me in my apartment were lies. While this weekend seems so long ago, the hurt is still so raw. I wasn't happy to see him at first. I was definitely speculative, but I have realized that I really wanted to believe him. Worst of all, I enjoyed him to some extent. That makes me feel so guilty.

Shaking my head, I remind myself that I need to prepare myself for the possibility, even though it sickens me, that it’s his; that the baby is Bradley’s. We have no proof that Ian and Veronica were scheming behind our backs. Stop it Gabby. Don't go there. I swallow the doubt that is creeping into my mind. I trust Bradley. I have to believe that he's right, and that this is all going to be okay.

All of this makes me kick myself. Because I know that had I taken time off from school, at the very least, we would have had more time to settle into this new life together. We certainly wouldn't need to be in two different cars right now. I sigh. The timing is absolute crap.

As promised for 1750 fans on Facebook!!  Please know this is a rough draft and subject to change.  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.



She’s beyond adorable when she’s sleepy and grumpy.  “Hmph, c’mon, I want to go to breakfast with my fiance.  Not lunch.”  As she rolls over into my arms, my breath catches at how gorgeous she is.  And she’s mine.

“Say it again,” she says, her voice cracking from having just woken up.

I brush her hair away from her face and kiss her forehead.  I can’t help but stare at her for a moment longer, gazing into her hazel eyes, connecting with her soul.  “Say what?”

“Fiance.”

I know I must be grinning like a schoolboy.  Never knew that would sound so good.  “You like hearing that, huh?”

She blinks slowly at me, batting those long eyelashes, wiggling her body a little closer to mine.  She drapes her leg over mine and smiles.  “I thought I was dreaming.  I need to hear it.”

“Not dreaming, Gabby.”  I reach down and pull her left hand up to my lips.  I kiss the ring I placed on her finger yesterday.  She has no idea how badly I want her right now.  Not just because hearing that word ignited a fire within me, but because we’re naked.  She’s killing me.  “I love that this is the only thing you’re wearing right now.”

She rolls her eyes, nudging me.  “You’re not going to say it again for me?  What if I beg?” She bats those lashes and gives me this sexy pouty look.  It only makes my situation worse.

I had every intention of saying it again, I have every intention of saying it again.  I just couldn’t resist telling her that I prefer her with my ring on her finger and nothing else.  But more than anything, I love what that ring symbolizes.  I close my eyes and huskily whisper, “Gabby, you have my mind, my body, my soul, and you are my heart.  You are my fiance, and I love you more than anything on this earth.”  As I say those words, it’s like my heart is exploding with elation.  It’s such a foreign, but welcome feeling.  I peer into her eyes, hoping she’ll feel the connection that I do.  That she’ll know how much I mean what I’m saying, they aren’t just words.  “I didn’t even know that this was even possible for me.  If it’s a dream...” I shake my head.  “Then, I don’t wanna ever wake up.”

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