“I mean… technically they would be your half-sibling,” I say.
“And that means you two should just get married so that I can have you as my stepmom,” she says, looking at Marc.
“Sable,” he says. “Don’t be pushy.”
“Why? Do you not want to marry her?” she asks, propping her hands on her hips.
“That’s not the point, Sable,” he sighs.
“Then what’s the point?” she asks. “Either you love her and want to be with her, or you don’t. If you love each other, get married.”
“Sable,” he says again.
“No. I’m not dropping it so stop looking at me like that. Do you love her or not?” she demands.
“Yes, I love her,” he says.
“And you know that Mom would want you to move on. You have ruined every single relationship you have been in since her because you are too afraid to commit. Now you have a child on the way. I’m not saying you should get married because of a child, but denying yourself happiness out of nonexistent guilt is the dumbest fucking thing,” she says.
“Have you considered maybe that she doesn’t want to get married?” he asks.
“Ask her and find out,” Sable says. Marc looks at me and I smile at how distressed he looks. He’s worried.
“Don’t ask me if you don’t mean it,” I say.
“I do mean it,” he says softly as he steps closer to me and takes my hands in his. “Raven…”
“Please, don’t say it unless you mean it,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Raven, honey. Since that first night, I’ve known that you are all I want. I truly cannot imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone but you…” he says. “For so long I thought that was Maggie, but that night I realized that we were supposed to be together for the rest ofherlife, not mine. Maybe it’s random… Maybe it’s God… but I truly believe that you are who I’m supposed be with for the rest of my life. I love you Raven… so, so much.”
“I love you too,” I sniffle.
“Be my wife,” he says softly as he cups my face. “Make me the luckiest man alive and marry me.”
“Okay,” I nod. “I want to marry you.”
Marc picks me up in a hug and spins me around before setting me down and kissing me. “You dad is most definitely going to hit me,” Marc laughs.
A knock on the door has me going to jump up, but Marc grabs my hand and pulls me back down to the couch beside him. Sable getsup and answers the door. Marc takes his hand off of my leg so that dad doesn’t punch him immediately. We know that he’s going to overreact because it’s his favorite thing to do, but we need to tell him everything first.
Sable opens the door and lets my dad in and the first thing he does is motion for me to give him a hug.
“Hey,” he says. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” I say hesitantly. “Sit so we can talk.” I sit back beside Marc, and Sable sits on an ottoman between Dad and Marc.
“What’s going on?” Dad asks, glancing at Marc and then looking back at me. I am picking at my nails, trying to build the courage to say it.
“I can tell him,” Marc says quietly, and I shake my head.
“Well?” Dad asks impatiently.
“I’m…” I stop and take a deep breath. “I’m pregnant, Dad.”
“What? Raven, you’re twenty-two,” he frowns.
“The same age you and mom were when you had me,” I point out.