“Stay in bed,” he mumbled.
I chuckled, hopping out of bed. “I have to pee.”
“Fine,” he said with a little grumble. “Then come back.”
While I washed my hands, I noticed something different about his closet, but it was too dark to say for sure what it was, so I tiptoed to the entry and turned on the light.
One entire wall was exposed, open to the closet of the guest room.
“Thought you were coming back to bed?” Fisher slid his arm around my waist from behind me while kissing my shoulder.
“What are you doing to your closet?”
“I’m making an access door to the other room.”
“Why?”
He kissed his way to my neck. “Because it’s going to be a nursery.”
I turned slowly, eyes narrowed.
“I’m pregnant,” he said.
“Stop.” I giggled.
“I think it’s yours, but I’m not going to lie … Shane and I had a few drunk nights.”
More giggles as he bent down and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder and swatting my butt.
“Fisher!”
“Bed. We are not getting out of this bed today. I took the day off just to be naked with you.”
I laughed when he deposited me onto the bed. “Tell me. What are you really doing in your closet?”
He settled between my legs, kissing my neck again while inching my shirt （his shirt） up my torso. “I’m going to ask Nurse Capshaw to move in with me, and I know she has a lot of scrubs, so I’m giving her more space by stealing a few feet from the other closet.”
I wriggled to the side to get out from under him, scooting to the back of the bed like home base. “You’re going to ask me to move in with you?”
Still on his stomach, he lifted onto his elbows. “I’m going to ask you a lot of things, but that’s coming up soon on the list. Spoiler alert … you say yes.”
My lips did that twitching thing where I tried to hide my amusement or maybe it was just unfathomable happiness. “Wow. The man who couldn’t remember the best hand job of his life is now predicting the future?”
“Absolutely.” He army crawled toward me.
“Fisher …” I opened my bent legs. He filled the space with his broad shoulders, and instead of doing what I thought he was going to do … what I was offering him … he rested his forehead against my stomach and slid his hands along my outer thighs. “Can I do it now?”
“Do what?” I asked with a soft voice, running my fingers through his messy hair.
“Can I love you forever?”
I swallowed a little emotion that had been building since I saw the closet. “Yes.”
Epilogue
FISHER
She said yes … and she never stopped saying yes.
Yes to moving in with me.
Yes to weekend trips to ski.
Yes to movie nights or Arnie’s concerts.
Yes to helping me in my shop.
Yes to waffles for dinner and cold pizza for breakfast.
Yes to long baths and quickies in the shower.
Then I made her a crossword puzzle that was a treasure hunt.
“I’ll see you soon, if you’re as smart as you say you are.” I kissed her head and handed her the puzzle and a pencil.