Futures and Frosting (Chocolate Lovers #2)(60)

Right after she disappears from sight, Liz pops her head in to give me one more parting shot.

“Say ‘bacterial vaginosis is delicious’. SAY IT!”

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I honestly don’t remember a time when I’ve been this nervous. I would have taken a minute to run to the bathroom and throw up the contents of my stomach, but I just heard the bell over the door of the shop ring and knew Claire was back.

I take my place at one end of the kitchen island and wait.

Claire walks through the doorway seconds later and stops, a look of confusion on her face as she takes in the sight before her.

“Um, why are there red Solo cups all over the counter?” she asks.

“I thought we could take a trip down memory lane and play a little beer pong,” I tell her with a grin.

She walks further into the room.

“Nice sentiment and all but I don’t I want our child to be born a pot head and a drunk.”

I laugh and pick up the empty milk jug for her to see.

“Technically, this is milk pong.”

She laughs when she gets to the other end of the island and glances into the cup closest to her.

“Ahhh gotcha. If I remember correctly, I kicked your ass the last time we played,” she says with a smile.

“Oh I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure all of the ass kicking was done by me. You sucked at beer pong.”

“Lies! Not only were Liz and I the lap dance champions in our dorm, we were also beer pong champions,” she told me with a satisfied smirk.

“Wait, what?”

She laughs again and shakes her head at me. “I know I told you this story.”

“No, I’m pretty sure I would remember every part of a story that involved you and lap dancing,” I argue.

“Liz and I used to do lap dances on each other for free beers at the college bars. I was a little bendier then so I was usually the one on top,” she says nonchalantly.

Claire, bendy, girl lap dances…my penis exploded. That JUST happened.

“Promise me I will get to see this someday very soon,” I tell her.

“Yeah, okay. Because pregnant chick lap dances are so hot.” She chuckles.

“I don’t think you understand how serious I am right now, Claire. This is right up there with meeting God and winning the lottery.”

Seeing her happy and smiling confirms my decision to do this right now, this exact way. If only I could get the image of Claire grinding on another woman out of my head.

Damn you, penis, you aren’t in charge tonight! Take a break, go back to sleep, nothing to see here.

“As much as it pains me to say this, the lap dance can wait, but you’re going to have to prove to me right now that you’ve still got it in beer pong. The ping pong balls are right in front of you. Put your ball where your mouth is.”

She raises her eyebrow at me.

“Hmmm, that didn’t come out right. But I kind of like it,” I tell her with a shrug.

She picks up one of the balls and lines up her shot. It bounces off the rim of the first cup and lands in one behind it.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she taunts as I remove the ball from the cup and drink the milk.

I set the empty cup to the side, pick up my own ball and take aim while trying to keep my hand from shaking. I know I need to make as many shots as I can for this to work out the way I want it to. I toss the ball and it sinks right in the cup closest to her. I let out a huge sigh as she removes the ball and picked up the cup.

“Lucky shot,” she tells me before downing the milk.

“I love you more than I ever thought was possible,” I tell her softly as she sets the cup down. She cocks her head to the side and smiles at me.

I pick up another ball and quickly throw it before she could say anything back to me. It sinks into another cup right in front of her. As she picks up the cup to drink it, I speak again.

“I love you because you make me laugh and you make me want to be a better man.”

I already have another ball in my hand and throw it into the air before she even finishes the last cup of milk. She stares at me wide-eyed as the ball plops into the next cup in line and she hesitates before picking it up. I wait until the cup is by her mouth before I continue.

“I love you because every day you amaze me.”

A lone tear escapes from her eye as I throw another ball right into a cup. I’ve never played this well in my life. I guess it's only fitting since this is the only game where I'm playing for my life.

She picks that cup up and sniffles before taking a drink.

“I love you because you are the best mother in the entire world.”

One more to go. And this was the one that counts. I aim and watch the ball sail in an arc toward the last cup on her side of the counter. I hold my breath until it drops right where it needs to go. I walk around the counter until I'm next to her and wait for her to finish the last cup of milk.

A surprised gasp sounds from her when she tips the cup back and something bumps against her lip. As she pulls the cup away from her mouth and looks into the bottom of it, I get down on one knee.

With shaking hands, she reaches her fingers into the cup and pulls out the diamond ring I have been carrying in my pocket for months. She turns to look at me and gasps again when she sees where I am.

“The first time we did this, every time one of us sunk a shot we would tell each other a fact about ourselves. I remember you told me your favorite color was pink and that you watched the movie ‘Girls Just Want to Have Fun’ once a year because it made you nostalgic for the time when Sarah Jessica Parker didn’t look like a troll.”