Page 58 of Dr. Baby Daddy

SEVEN MONTHS LATER: OLIVER

Izzy groans and pulls her hair back from her face as she looks at the piles of boxes strewn around our apartment. “When you said that you wanted to move closer to Central Parkandfind somewhere big enough for my piano, I didn’t think that it was going to be the penthouse. What do we need with all this room?”

Laughing, I pull her closer and kiss her temple. “Shh. Don’t argue. Just look at the view of the park and think about how great it’s going to be to raise our kids here.”

Her smile makes my heart skip a beat as she turns around in my arms. “We’re having more than one kid, are we?”

“I want to have as many as you want to have. The idea of brothers and sisters always appealed to me. Only child and all that.”

Izzy rolls her eyes, the corner of her mouth climbing higher. “One of these days, that only-child thing is going to stop working for you and then what are you going to do?”

I shrug and let go of her, walking into the spacious kitchen. I tap the white granite countertop. “I’ve heard that I have magic fingers, and this counter is the perfect height.”

Izzy’s cheeks flame as she shakes her head. “You’re going to have to stop saying things like that once the baby is here. The last thing we need is for their first word to be pussy.”

“I would never use that word.” Smirking, I lean against the counter and wiggle my eyebrows at her.

“You’re so full of it. I got trapped on a balcony in a towel and you made a comment about my pussy.”

“If anything, the baby is going to learn pussy from you.”

Izzy snorts, turns away from me, and opens one of the boxes, already starting to unpack even though the movers just left. “Come on. We have a lot to get done and it’s already past dinnertime.”

“Don’t worry about that box. I’m going to grab the food and we’re heading up to the rooftop garden.”

Izzy throws her arms out, spinning in a slow circle. “Look at this place, Oliver. It needs a coat of paint. Furniture needs to be built. We only have a few days before the baby gets here. There’s a lot to do.”

I grab the box of food sitting on the counter. “And everything can wait until the morning. Our bed is set up, and we’re going to enjoy the last few nights of being without a child because we both know once that baby is here, we’re barely sleeping.”

She rolls her bottom lip into her mouth before nodding and following me to the elevator. We step into it and head up to the private rooftop garden.

The lights of New York shine brightly as we head over to the patio set. Our building isn’t a massive one, but it’s taller than some of the other apartments near us.

Izzy sits down on one of the couches, her hand drifting over the curve of her belly. I set the food on the table, taking a moment to admire her.

When we had our issues seven months ago, I didn’t think that we would end up here. At the time, it seemed like everything was over between us.

Now, we’re sitting on our rooftop garden, waiting for our beautiful baby to arrive.

With a smile, I dig into the box of food and pull out the small velvet box Victor put in there before he dropped the food off. The sun starts to dip as I get to one knee in front of her and open the box.

Izzy’s hand flies to her mouth. “Oliver.”

“Izzy, I have loved you from the day you climbed through my window wearing nothing but a towel. You stood in my living room pissed off and wet, and I knew that you were going to be the woman I married.”

She giggles, even though her eyes are filling with tears. “When I tell this story to my friends and family, I’m leaving out the wet part.”

I nod. “That’s fair. Now, let me finish my speech.”

“By all means, go ahead.” She wipes away some of the falling tears as she glances at the simple diamond ring in the box.

“I love you, Izzy, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be the one you wake up with every morning and go to sleep with every night. I want to be there for every Broadway show you play in. I want to spend the rest of our lives chasing after our dreams together. You are my forever. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” She leaps out of the seat as I stand and make my way to her. She laughs through her tears as I slide the ring onto her finger. “I love you.”

I kiss her, my mouth lingering on hers as I savor the moment. “I love you too, Iz.”

As I let her go, my pulse races with excitement. Even though I knew that spending the rest of my life with her was a given, now my ring is on her finger.