He pulls out a little black box and cracks the lid. Inside sits the most beautiful pear-shaped diamond I have ever seen. “Ruslan!” I gasp, looking up at him. “Are you serious?” He nods. “I want you to be my wife, Emma Carson. I want you to carry my name. I want to raise our children together forever. Will you marry me?” I’d never imagined a proposal like this—literally surrounded by our kids. But I guess some things are just too damn amazing to imagine in the first place. A happy tear slides down my cheek as I nod. “Of course I’ll marry you.”
