Marion Lennox - Adopted - Twins!

‘So now you…’ Erin paused, still troubled. ‘You want me to wear it?’

He shook his head at that, absolutely definite. ‘No way.’ Suddenly his arms were holding her again, and a woman would have to have super powers to resist his hold.

‘Not that,’ he said. ‘Charlotte can have it if she wants it, but you’re not wearing her ring. You and Charlotte…you’re about as different as two women could be and I was a fool to see it. Erin, I love you. The ring we buy, we buy together, and it’ll be a ring full of colour and light. Just like you. Sapphires and rubies and… I don’t know. Everything. All the colour you’ve brought into my life.’

Dear heaven… Somewhere deep inside, Erin’s heart was starting to sing.

But not now. Not yet. She couldn’t!

‘Matt…’

He kissed her lightly on her damp hair, and then, because he could resist no longer, he tilted her chin and kissed her deeply on her mouth. The kiss lasted forever, and was a vow all by itself.

‘Yes, love?’ he said, and his voice was a husky whisper, filled with passion.

‘Matt…’ She was trying so hard to make herself say what had to be said. She must! Tonight she’d known. As well as loving this man, she had other loves. ‘Matt, I can’t leave the twins.’

Was that all that was troubling her? With a shout of triumph, he lifted her high and whirled her above his head. ‘The twins? You think I don’t love the twins like I’ll love my own children? They’re part of you, my love. A package deal. It’s all or nothing, and I want it all!’

‘You…’ She was swinging dizzily off her feet. ‘You mean you’ll adopt the twins?’

‘ We’ll adopt the twins,’ he said simply, and looking down into his gorgeous, loving eyes she knew at last that he spoke the truth. Here then was her happy ever after ending.

Here was her home.

He set her down on her feet, and his voice became surer. He took her hands in his, and their eyes locked.

‘So you’ll marry me?’ he asked.

Yes, her heart screamed but there were things that needed to be said. It was only fair to warn him.

‘Matt, your life will be chaos.’

‘I’ve discovered I love chaos.’

‘But you love your mother’s lovely things!’ She looked around the room. ‘This carpet… The porcelain… There’ll be accidents. I know the kids. We won’t be able to keep the house to the standards you like.’

The answer to that was easy. He lifted one piece of porcelain-a droopy Romeo and Juliet, for heaven’s sake-and let it drop. It hit the grate and smashed into a thousand pieces. Then, as Erin gasped in horror, he grabbed the blackened poker from the fire. Very deliberately he walked across the room and drew in huge letters on the once pristine carpet.

MATT LOVES ERIN!

‘Matt!’ She was shocked to the core. ‘That’s vandalism. If you were mine, I’d spank you.’

‘Hmm…’ His loving eyes mocked a challenge. ‘You want to try?’

‘Matt McKay!’

‘Erin Douglas,’ he teased right back. ‘Now, will you marry me, or do I have to smash every piece of porcelain in the place before you agree?’

‘We’d be much better packing it up as a wedding present for Charlotte and Bradley,’ Erin said seriously, and Matt gave a whoop of pure joy.

‘Very practical.’ She was in his arms again. ‘Very sensible. You’re my own gorgeous, sensible, crazy, House Mother. My love. My heart. My Erin. Now… Are you going to admit that you’ll marry me? Or am I going to have to kiss you senseless, and keep right on kissing you until you finally grow so weak you agree?’

And what was a girl to say to that?

‘Yes, please,’ she said. ‘If only to stop you kissing me senseless.’

‘I have news for you,’ he told her. ‘I intend to do that anyway!’