Justice Falling (Falling #3)(67)

“It’s the love of a good woman. Makes me want to do crazy things.” I headed to the door. “You’ll be my best man, right?”

Collier walked over to me with a hand out. “Try and stop me.” He shook my hand then pulled me into a hug. “I’m proud of you, mate. Never thought I’d see the day that the great ladies’ man would fall for a sweet bird like Camille but I’m so glad you did. I like her. A lot. She’s a perfect addition to our family.”

“Now I just have to ask her and set a date. Best be on my way. I’ve got a woman to woo.”

“That you do. But don’t forget you have two cases in court to win.”

I laughed. “Shite. I almost forgot I had to work today. I’ll win those two cases with my bloody eyes closed!” And I could as on top of the world as I was.



Ring in my pocket. Two cases won. And the perfect location chosen. Everything was set and ready.

“Where are we going?” Camille asked for the hundredth time.

“Yeah, where we going?” Tanner asked. The lad was just as impatient as his mum.

I shook my head, finding it hilarious that these two could not handle a surprise. “You’ll just have to wait and see.” The limo pulled over to the curb. Camille’s eyes widened as we got out of the car. Tanner looked around at all the sparkling lights and started hopping up and down.

Right in the center of the theatre district sat a table with a red and white checkered table cloth. A red rope surrounded it with a bottle of champagne and apple cider waiting on the table that was set for three. I ushered Camille and Tanner into their seats. A pizza delivery man opened boxes and dished out cheese pizza onto Tanner’s plate and a couple loaded slices on mine and Camille’s.

“Pizza is my very favorite!” Tanner shoveled a huge chunk of pizza into his mouth. Camille was in awe as I poured glasses of champagne, then a glass of cider for Tanner. The lights from the theatre signs sparkled and bounced off the crystal glasses, breaking the light all around us into rainbows of color.

“This is…there aren’t words. Why?” She looked around and petted her son’s hair.

I tinkled our glasses together and looked into her eyes. “Because this, Precious, is where I fell in love with you. Right here where you spun around in a circle and looked at me as if I was the man of your dreams.”

“You are the man of my dreams,” she confirmed.

“And you’re the woman of mine. That’s why I wanted to bring you here to make it official.” I got down on one knee. Her eyes immediately filled with tears as she put her fingers to her lips. She looked around at all the bystanders that were stopping to watch the show.

I pulled the ring from my breast coat pocket and opened it. Her eyes took in the size of the ring. “Camille, I have loved you almost since I laid eyes on you. I want to live my life parallel to yours. I want to raise your son and make him my own. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Oh my God, Nate. Are you sure?” She never ceased to amaze me, always asking if I was sure I wanted her.

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you and want you to marry me. Say you’ll be my wife?”

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she got down on her own knees, cupping my face. “It would make me the happiest woman in the world to call you my husband. I love you, Nathaniel Walker. I always will.”

I placed the ring on her finger and she gasped. It seemed large on her finger, but I didn’t care. I wanted every bloke within a ten foot radius to be blinded by my undying love for her. With a flourish, I pulled her up to standing and kissed her. In that kiss I left all the loneliness of the past and proved that she alone was the only woman for me.

“Yippee. Mommy’s going to be marry-did!” Tanner squealed and hugged our legs. I held onto his little shoulder and kissed my girl one more time. She made that little mewl sound that I knew was solely for me. Then I crouched down again.

“Remember, when you asked me if I was going to marry your mum and I said I didn’t know?”

He nodded, head bouncing up and down.

“Well I am. And you remember when you asked me if I was going to be your daddy if I married your mum?”

He nodded again, his big bright blue eyes misted over.

“Well, sport, I’m going to be your Daddy. Would you like that?”

“Really?” Tears fell down his little cheeks and his nose reddened.

“Oh, baby.” Camille cried and hugged her son. His eyes never left mine.

“Yes Tanner. I want to be your Dad if you’ll let me. What do you say?”

“Can I call you Dad?”

My voice choked. I had to be strong. I swallowed, pushing the lump down my throat at the sincere hope I heard in this little one’s voice. “You can call me whatever you want.”

“I want to call you Dad.” his voice broke and tears ran down his cheeks. I pulled him into my arms, making sure not to hug him too tight.

“I love you, Tanner. I’m going to be the best father to you and husband to your mum. Okay? I promise.”

“Okay, Dad.” Camille gasped, and I choked back the tears at hearing him use my new title. “Can I have more pizza now?” he asked and wiped his nose along his shirt sleeve.

Camille and I laughed as did the half of New York that had stopped to watch us.