Page 137 - The Letter By Ann Newhouse

‘It would be a privilege’, she sobbed running over to hug and kiss us both.
Rex had practically moved in with me since finding out about the baby and he was treating me like a china doll. It was lovely to be waited on especially as I was showing a fair-sized bump by now. The other night he went down on one knee and officially asked me to marry him. I declined saying again that we needed to wait until the baby was born. A little disappointed he agreed. He’d bought a bottle of champagne and ignored my cries of protest that I shouldn’t be drinking and poured me a glass
‘A little mouth full just to seal the promise’, he insisted.
Going to his coat he retrieved a little black box and taking my hand he presented me with a beautiful single diamond ring mounted on a bed of silver roses.
‘I had it made especially for you’.
Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks.
Rex was beside me in the bed, sleeping like a baby. Sleep well my darling I thought smiling to myself get all the sleep you can for that will change in a few months
He had solemnly promised to be a hand’s on dad.