“Oh, that will come baby. Don't you worry. You will be Mrs Bell, before the year is out.” I tell her as I pat her ass, as she steps into the elevator.
“A bit presumptuous of you. Before the year is out. You haven’t even met my parents yet and you think I will marry you that quickly. You are mistaken.” She says trying to sound angry or whatever but the smirk on her face gives it away.
“You want to marry me; I know you do. You talk in your sleep you know.” I wind her up. Well it really isn't a wind up to be honest.
The other night after a heavy night making love, I woke to get a drink of water and Darcy was lying in bed, sleeping but she was talking, and she was saying how much she loved me and couldn't wait to marry me and be happy together. She went on and on about growing old and ha
