The Conspiracy of Baby-Switching novel Chapter 126

Three hours later.

We've talked and laughed; we've eaten and drunk champagne. We've lain on the rug and stared up at the moon and gazed at the stars as they twinkled their magic down on us.

"It's been the perfect night." I smile over to my handsome date.

"We should dance." He stands and holds his hand out for me.

I take my time getting up.

"We are on a tight schedule, hurry up."

I giggle and stand. "This schedule of yours." He takes me into his arms and the song "Turning Page", by Sleeping At Last comes on.

"Oh, this song," I whisper up at him. "This is...so dreamy..."

Like the perfect scene from the perfect movie, we dance under the moon by the lake.

I'm over here falling in love with him all over again...even more if that's physically possible.

"Vee," he whispers.

"Yes." I smile up at him.

"It would be a privilege to call you mine...forever." My heart stops as my eyes search his.

"Marry me." He kisses me softly and my feet float from the floor. "I know it's soon, but I cannot wait one day longer for us to be one." The emotion between us is strong and so perfect.

"What do you say?" he murmurs into my ear.

"Yes." I smile through tears as I throw my arms around his neck. "Oh my god, yes."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring, a diamond solitaire... It's huge.

My eyes widen. "What in the..."

He picks up my hand that's still in plaster and chuckles.

"Oh no. What?" I frown.

"The ring is not going to fit, sweetheart, your hand is still too swollen."

"Oh my god, jam it on there." I snatch the ring off him and try to squash

it on, it only goes to the top knuckle.

Fucking go on.

"Wear it on your other hand until the swelling goes down."

I roll my eyes, only I could break my wrist so bad that my engagement ring won't go on...what are the chances?

He slides it onto my right hand and then kisses my fingertips.

"Can we go to bed now for the finale?" I giggle up at him.

"That was the finale." He smiles. "That's as romantic as I can do for tonight."

"It is?"

"Now I need to fuck you like I really, really, really hate you." He grabs my face and kisses me aggressively, and I laugh into him. About time...

Romantic Gabriel is perfect...but dirty Mr. Ferrara is a god.

With our lips locked, he walks me into my bedroom backward, my dress is over my head, my bra is thrown to the side and he throws me back onto the bed.

"Open those pretty legs, you're about to get it," he says as he rips his Tshirt off over his head. His broad chest comes into view, his rippled abdomen, and his bronze olive skin. His dark hair is hanging in curls over his forehead, and the way he is looking at me... Never have I seen a more beautiful man.

He unzips his jeans and slides them and his boxers down his legs and kicks them off.

My eyes drop down his body, his cock is hard and engorged with thick veins coursing down the length of it.

Good god.

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