Page 107 of Keeping Knight

Micah takes my hand and lifts it to his lips. He presses a soft kiss just above the ring, then looks back at me. “I don’t know. Probably Wraith. He always seems to know things before they happen.”

“True,” I agree. “Do you think your friends will be happy about it?”

Micah’s face jerks with surprise. “Happy? Are you kidding? They all think you’re great. My parents, too. My mom’s been texting me every week to ask if I have any news to report.”

“Really?”

He smiles. “Yes. My parents think you’re fantastic. Just ignore my mom if she starts bringing up babies.”

My breath catches. We’ve talked about kids in general terms, so I know Micah’s open to them. And I would definitely like to have a mini-Micah one day. “Why should I ignore her?”

He strokes my cheek. “Because it’s our business when we decide to have a baby. She can be surprised to hear about it, just like everyone else.”

“So you still want to?”

“Ruby.” Micah winds one of my curls around his finger. “I would love to have a little girl with your hair. Or a boy. Whenever you want to start trying, I’m ready.”

“Micah.” Fresh tears fill my eyes. “I really am so happy.”

Piper and Sampson squeeze in around us, tired of being ignored. Sampson nudges my hand. Piper licks my arm. “What do you think?” I ask them. “Do you want to be a part of the wedding?”

Piper’s tail thumps the sand enthusiastically. Sampson lets out a little woof.

Micah laughs. “I guess we have our answer.”

“Sampson can wear a little bowtie,” I say. “And Piper can have a bow to match my flowers.”

“Whatever you want,” Micah says. As his gaze meets mine, the love in his eyes takes my breath away. “Whatever makes you happy.”

I hug him hard. “You make me happy, Micah. Everything else is just a perk.”

As I look at the man who holds my heart, something that feels a lot like a hand comes to rest on my shoulder. A moment later, a lighter weight rests on the other. It feels so real, I actually turn both ways to look. But no one’s there.

Still, I feel them.

Two hands. Two reminders that even when I can’t see them, my parents are still with me.

“I think they’re here,” I tell Micah. “My parents. Maybe it sounds crazy…”

“It doesn’t.” He leans in to kiss me. “I feel them, too.”

I’m okay, I tell them silently. More than okay. Micah will take care of me. And I’ll take care of him. Just like you guys did for each other.

The unseen hands on my shoulders each give a gentle squeeze.

“I love you, Ruby Ashe,” Micah says. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

With more love in my heart than I ever thought possible, I reply, “I love you, Micah Sutton. And I can’t wait to marry you, either.”