Damon had time to think about what Svetlana had asked. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed, his mind turning over her words like slow waves.
He understood her. She wasn't pushing, she was hoping. She wanted to know if he was serious.
And he was. Damon didn't want her to think he was holding back. There was nothing he wanted more than to marry her, to show her that she was the center of his world.
He realized he hadn't thought about it much lately because he'd been busy, training, working, traveling.
But that wasn't an excuse. He wouldn't let her think for even a second that he didn't want this.
They had been engaged for a while now—two years, in fact. Longer than most, maybe, but it had always felt like there was time.
They got engaged before Ava was born, back when everything was new and exciting, and life had been rushing by so quickly.
Now Ava was a year and a half, her little feet chasing them around the big house, and life felt even fuller.
