Carter - Page 43

“Well, this room is christened. Now we just have like thirty more rooms to go.”

“I should have bought a bigger house. I like this christening thing,” he laughed, turning to lay a soft kiss on my lips.

“Maybe they’ll need to be re-christened,” I laughed. He slipped his arm around me and pulled me on top of him, and we re-christened my studio.

I knew I’d marry him, but we didn’t rush into anything. I knew Carter probably needed time after his divorce, and it felt like we had all the time in the world. When he proposed to me, it was a year and a half later, after their next album had been released to even bigger sales and more devoted fans.

I looked at the gleaming diamond ring and immediately started crying.

“We’d better get married quick, because I don’t want to look like a whale in my wedding photos,” I said, grinning. Carter frowned.

“You won’t look like—” His eyes widened as I put a hand to my stomach, and it was his turn to tear up. He dropped to his knees and kissed my stomach, putting his wide palms over it and pressing his ear to it.

I rubbed my fingers through his hair as the ring on my finger sparkled, and the happiness I felt was absolute. I didn’t know it was possible for my heart to feel so full, but here I was, feeling like my chest would explode at any minute.

The tabloid would have lots to talk about, but this time it wasn’t bad press. It was weddings and babies and the happy glow of a young, healthy, happy family.

Carter got to his feet and brushed his lips against mine. I wiped the tears off his cheeks and smiled. I was his, now and forever.

The End