“I love my ring, and I love you.”
“I love you too, my beautiful fiancée.”
I smiled and scooted away so I could roll over to face him, big stomachs tend to get in the way sometimes, “And I love that.” I kissed under his jaw and his arms tightened around me, “How does Christmas time sound?”
Brandon started and looked down at me, “For what?”
“To get married. I don't want to be pregnant when we get married, I don't want it to look like a shotgun wedding. And I really want to wear a pretty dress, not a maternity dress.”
“Four and a half months?” I nodded and he smiled wide, that dimple that I love so much flashed at me, “Sounds perfect.” He kissed me chastely and got out of the bed, “I'm going to make us breakfast, you're going to turn our phones off and meet me in the kitchen when you're ready. Breanna's gonna hate me, but we're ignoring the outside world and not leaving our place for the rest of the weekend. They can find out about our engagement on Monday.”
Brandon and I had done exactly what he said; I turned off the phones, grabbed a quick shower and dressed in comfortable pajama shorts and stretchy tank top. He made ham and cheese omelets, coffee for him, decaffeinated tea for me and cut up a melon. We sat at the kitchen table, my legs propped up on Brandon's lap, eating breakfast and staying long after it was gone just to talk and enjoy having our own place. The rest of the weekend was either spent on the couch watching movies, sitting out back in the evenings or curled up in bed. After complaining all throughout lunch the first day, he finally conceded to letting me stay standing long enough to help cook our meals, even though I did notice he seemed to make meals that didn't take much time to cook after he did allow my help. My family and his were coming for dinner Monday night to have everyone in our place now that it was completely done being decorated – Brandon had only let me work for five minutes an hour, and had done the rest himself, but I had to admit it looked amazing and I loved seeing him make our new place our home – and also to share our news.
There's something I had been thinking of since Brandon and I had decided to get back together, and after he asked me to marry him, all I have been able to do was think of a way to talk to him about it. I was sitting on the bed waiting for him to get out of the shower Monday evening, and as soon as he stepped into the bedroom in only a pair of jeans, I decided right now was as good a time as any.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” he crawled onto the bed and kissed me hard before sitting down and pulling me into his arms, “what's up?”
I bit my lip and took in his ridiculously handsome face. His eyes were full of love and joy when he looked at me, and coming from this intimidating looking guy, it made him just that much more attractive, “I've kind of been thinking about a name for him.”
“Yeah?” His smile was playful and patient, we continued to go over the ten names Chase and I had decided on, and still couldn’t narrow them down, Brandon thought it was hilarious, “And what have you been thinking?”
I took a deep breath and sat up, “You have to promise you'll tell me if this bothers you, okay?” I thought back to that day in his mom's kitchen in Arizona after Christmas, and how he'd looked in Chase's kitchen the day I told him I was having a boy.
His smile fell, “I promise babe.”
“Well,” My body was shaking, I couldn't believe how nervous I was about telling him this! He'd already told me he wanted a son named after his dad, and I knew he thought of Gummy Bear as his, but I didn't know if the baby not actually being his would make a difference to Brandon. “I was thinking we could name him Liam Chase Taylor.”
Brandon's next intake of breath was audible, his mouth opening slightly. His brown eyes searched mine for what seemed like an eternity before he smiled and brought his mouth to mine, “Thank you Harper.” he whispered against my lips and continued to kiss me fiercely. “I love you, thank you so much.”
“I take it you like the name?” I asked a little breathlessly when he moved to my neck.
“I love it, it's perfect for him...for us.” He cupped one side of my face and kissed my nose, “I understand why you would think it would bother me, but I promise I've never been happier than this weekend. I'm so lucky to have you Harper.”
“I'm the lucky one.” I whispered.
The doorbell rang, and he jumped off the bed to put a shirt on, “Can we tell them the name tonight too?” he asked pulling me towards the entryway.
“I think tonight would be perfect.” I kissed his cheek and answered the door. I was engulfed in hugs and kisses from my family, Mom of course started asking why I was standing, “Mom, I'm fine. I literally just got off the bed when you guys got here.” I hugged her tightly and Bree gasped.
“Oh my God! You're engaged?!” She screeched and hugged me again, bouncing over to Brandon to hug him too. She must have seen my hand on Mom's back.
“Congrats Kid.” Konrad kissed the top of my head and shook Brandon's hand.
“Let me see, let me see!” Mom and Bree were holding my hand while Dad hugged both of us, “Konrad, are you seeing this? Take notes.” Bree showed him my ring, then went back to inspecting it, “Did he just ask you?”
I raised an eyebrow at Brandon and smiled, “He asked me Friday night after everyone left.”