It was gorgeous, an emerald-cut diamond nestled in a cluster of actual emeralds. Bri couldn’t keep the stupid smile off her face. “It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as the woman wearing it.” He pushed to his feet and kissed her again.
“I don’t want to put a damper on this situation, but shouldn’t Drew be the one getting the ring since he’s the older brother?”
“My brother, Wellingford’s most eligible bachelor?” Ryan snorted. “We’ll all die of old age before he settles down.”
“Maybe he just needs the right woman.”
“I’m not too worried about it. I’ve found my right woman.” He pressed his hand to her stomach, which had barely started to round. “A baby. God, honey, you have no idea how happy that makes me—how happy you make me. I love you.”
“I love you too, Ryan.” She had a man who loved her—and whom she loved more than she thought possible—and now they were taking the first step toward creating the family neither one of them had experienced. Bri leaned against him. “I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy.”
“Honey, we’re just getting started.”