A/N: Moving them along through time to get us closer to the big moment! I hope you like this one, keeping up with the romantic theme :) Thank you for your reads, votes, comments, and shares! I appreciate every single one of you. Please keep them coming, because you keep me motivated! Xo

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I was stirred from a peaceful dream by a soft tickle on my neck. I moved my head to the side in hopes that I was imagining things, but the sensation grew stronger as I awoke. My heavy lids opened and Jamie's muscular bicep came into view. I moaned, finally registering that he was leaning over me, leaving small kisses below my ear and to my pulse point. I went to move again and felt him link our fingers, pushing our adjoined hands above my head.

"Mmm, hi," I whispered.

His lips trailed up to my chin, leaving a kiss to the corner of my mouth before pecking me quickly on the lips. "Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful" he mumbled, his blue-grey gaze peering up into mine.

I freed my other hand from beneath his torso, and ran it through his soft hair, tugging gently. He groaned, taking a southern path down my sternum and abdomen. His empty palm massaged my breast, and the tug he gave my nipple sent shockwaves straight to my core.

I tried to arch my back into his touch, but his bodyweight held me in place. "Yes," I gasped.

His lips continued their trail as he scooted himself down, releasing our hands and nudging my legs apart with his knee. He smiled mischievously when I began panting in anticipation. I bent my legs beside his head and sat up on my elbows.

"Waking up to you naked makes my job a lot easier." His smug smile disappeared as his lips met my sensitive flesh.

I threw my head back, soaking up the sensual attention. It was amazing how quickly he could turn me on. I was captivated and spellbound by my man.

His expert tongue played me like an instrument and my body hummed in response. I tried to close my legs to stop the torture, but he caught my knees with his hands, keeping them where he wanted them.

"Please stop," I muttered, already breathless.

I met his gaze from his erotic position and he closed his eyes, ignoring my protest. He added two fingers to the mix and I physically scooted toward the headboard, away from him. His wrinkled forehead was a sure sign I'd surprised him.

"You," I whispered. "Only you. Now."

"But—" he started, and I cut him off.

"I don't," I tried to catch my breath and calm the throbbing between my legs. "I want you."

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"I hope you know," he panted after our steamy escapade, "that you denied oral on Valentine's Day."

I pinched his nipple, causing him to roar with laughter. "I hope you know that you should be honored I prefer the Dornan D."

He snorted. "Is that what we call it now?"

"That's what I call it." I shrugged and he rolled his eyes.

"That never leaves this room."

I laughed that he had given me permission to even say it. "So I guess it's 'Happy Dornan D Day' instead?"

He shook his head. "New subject please."

I smiled and rested my cheek against his shoulder, feeling him press a kiss to the top of my head. "Let's exchange gifts," I mumbled.

He snickered into my hair. "In a hurry? We've got all day."

"You wanted a new subject," I argued.

"Fine." He sat us both up before leaning over to his nightstand and retrieving an envelope from the drawer. "Here."

I took it from him, our eyes briefly connecting. I halfway anticipated it to be a plane ticket somewhere. Then I thought maybe it was a ticket for our honeymoon destination. I quickly tore it open to answer my racing thoughts.

A piece of paper was inside with the words Every Cinderella deserves pampering written at the top. I smiled widely; it was a spa gift certificate.

"The reservation is under Dornan and doesn't expire. Everything has been set up in advance."

"Everything?" I asked.

"A 90-minute massage, facial, manicure, and pedicure. You know, girly things."

"Baby, thank you! It's perfect, you're perfect." I brought my hand to my heart and he took it, kissing my engagement ring.

"I figured you could use some relaxation between wedding plans and dealing with my crazy lifestyle."

"I love you for being so thoughtful."

"And I'll love you more if you give me my gift."

I giggled at his impatience. "I didn't get you anything. Guess you'll have to settle for oral."

He choked at my words. "Well, alright."

I continued laughing when he laid back down. I nudged his hip. "I was kidding, get up."

"Is that a trick?"

"Huh?"

"You said get up, are you talking about me or the Dornan D?"

"Oh my God!" My hands met my face as I felt myself blushing.

His hyena laughter was contagious and we both couldn't stop.

"You're ridiculous," I finally said. I moved so I could reach under the bed and retrieve his gift from where I'd hidden it. He slapped my ass, causing me to gasp.

"Will you relax?" I smirked.

"I can't, baby. You said oral and now my body is confused."

"Open your gift and shut up." I shook my head, handing it to him. I watched as he unwrapped the red paper with pink hearts on it that said, "I love you."

"It's cheesy and I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Don't," he mumbled, not looking up as he pulled it free. His smile met his eyes and he lit up.

Maybe it wasn't too sappy after all.

"You really know how to make a grown man cry," he said.

It was a custom three-picture frame. I'd managed to get Jessica to send me one of the group pictures of us with his family during our Thanksgiving. I'd also added one of Jamie and me with my parents and sister in our cabin at Christmas. In the middle I used my favorite picture of us with his daughter. We were laughing as she sat between us with her arms wrapped around our necks. I had them all printed in black and white, and the bottom of the frame was engraved with the quote, "Family is what happens when two people fall in love."

"I'm really into commemorating with pictures, if you can't tell."

"It's beautiful, baby. Like you." He kissed me sweetly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

He placed the frame on his nightstand and sat back against the headboard, motioning for me to lie in his arms. I moved, wrapping myself around his torso as he held me close.

My gift wasn't extraordinary, because I already had big plans in motion for his birthday in three months. All I wanted out of today was to spend it with him in our little bubble. But there was one other thing I had in mind.

During our recent trip to London to visit his daughter, Jamie and I had met with his ex-wife to discuss our visitations. As they had already agreed on shared parenting when they went through the divorce, Jamie was able to negotiate a schedule without going back to court. Due to his job he'd never truly had equal time with his daughter, but he wanted to change that since we were getting married.

His ex was cooperative, actually apologizing for giving us grief in the beginning of our relationship, and for not letting her go to Belfast with us. She admitted that after she'd read what I said in our People interview, she regretted her dramatic behavior, because she knew deep down their daughter was in good hands. It was an amazing breakthrough, and a huge relief to finally be on good terms with her. I didn't want to go into a marriage with an ex who wanted to destroy it. We left with a written agreement that we'd fly to London every six weeks and keep his daughter for two. It still obviously wasn't half shared time, but it was more than he'd had with his recent schedule, and it'd be better for his daughter to have a routine.

"Since our interview and recent trip to London," I began, "I've really been thinking about something I want to discuss with you."

"Is it good or bad?" he asked. "Because I really want today to be about good stuff."

I smiled as he laced our fingers. "I think it's good."

"Then by all means, do share."

I kissed his chest, gathering my thoughts. I truly had had the idea on my mind for a while and hoped he'd somehow think of it first and ask me. But alas, he hadn't.

"I'd like to turn our spare room into a room for your daughter." I looked up to gauge his reaction.

His eyes widened momentarily before he slowly nodded. "I love that you want to. Obviously I'm on board, why wouldn't I be?"

"It's not that," I replied, "but I know we haven't really discussed our living arrangements after the wedding. Since our talk with her mom was so successful, I was hoping she'd agree to let us bring her to New York. Then you could get even more time together. "

His eyes bounced back and forth between mine as he contemplated my words. "If she wouldn't allow us, that would be something worth going to court over."

"Jamie, I'm not suggesting this to create waves or a fight in court over a bedroom. I'm only thinking that she's going to want to come visit as she grows older, and I want her to have that option. I want her to feel at home and welcome here. We don't only have to be a family in London."

"I understand and love you for it," he answered. "Bottom line is she's my daughter too, and she'll be your stepdaughter in a few months. That gives us the right to see her outside of London if we damn well please."

I closed my eyes briefly, not wanting to work him up or end up arguing on Valentine's Day.

"Then we'll redecorate the room for her?" I asked.

He smiled, knowing I'd purposely redirected the conversation. "Yes, I think she'd love that."

I rubbed my palm over his stubbly cheek before leaning up to kiss him.

He pulled back and furrowed his eyebrows. "I guess that means a house here is out of the question?"

I shrugged. "Not necessarily. We can redecorate a room in the suburbs, too." We both laughed. "But I'm a little partial to this apartment, and it's spacious enough for me and you, with a visitor every now and then. Besides, how much time will we truly be spending here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we have the lake property in Ohio that will be gorgeous anytime of year, and we have the house in London for our visitations. Do we really need another one?"

He raised one shoulder. "Maybe not. Where do you want to live?"

Glad I was able to turn a romantic day into one of serious conversations. However, they were necessary, and talking to him about our future excited me.

"With you." I smiled cheekily.

He rolled his eyes. "Nice try. Be honest. I'll go wherever you go."

"How is that response any different than mine?"

He chuckled. "Fair point. If you like this apartment, we'll stay. If you want to live in Ohio, we will. If you prefer London, fine by me."

"You're a horrible decision maker," I teased.

"Ooh, careful!" He raised his index finger and I took it in my hand, pulling it to my mouth to gently bite it. "I decided to marry you, didn't I?"

I quickly moved my pillow from behind me to hit him with it. His belly laugh echoed throughout the bedroom.

"Don't give me all the tough decisions!" I whined.

He rolled me in his arms, hovering over my face with a grin from ear to ear. Leaning down he kissed my nose. "Fine."

He loved to play the 'fine' game.

"Fine what?"

"I'm in favor of the lake house," he answered.

"Permanently?"

He nodded, kissing my forehead. "It'll be home. We'll keep this place for when we need to come for work, and London for when we have visitation. Although that will be negotiated, I'm bringing her to Ohio."

I bit my bottom lip as the excitement over us making solid plans for our future sunk in.

"So nothing in LA or Belfast?" I joked.

"Lord woman, can I interest you in your own island and maybe a private villa?"

I playfully slapped his butt, causing him to roar with laughter once more.

"I'm very much interested in that option!"

He shook his head. "I'm teasing, baby. If you wanted a place on every continent, we'd make it happen somehow. But for the time being, I'm happy with our choices and would really like to stop talking about it so I can make love to you again."

My heart began pounding out of my chest at his seductive confession. "I think that option is my favorite."

I giggled as he rubbed his stubbly face back and forth across my shoulder before replacing the sensation with his plump lips.

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Jamie and I eventually made it out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen for nourishment. He started a pot of coffee while I rummaged through the refrigerator, pulling out a carton of eggs and package of bacon.

"This okay?" I asked, showing him.

"Mmhmm." He nodded before grabbing a loaf of bread and getting to work on the toast.

I started up the stove and laid some slices of bacon in the skillet while he fumbled behind me getting plates and silverware. I smiled to myself how it came naturally to us, the way we worked through something as simple as making breakfast together.

"What are you grinning about?" he asked.

"You."

He looked undeniably sexy in his simple Nike shorts and white tee. Even though I'd had him twice already, I wanted to pounce on him again.

"What have I done?"

"Just being you, darlin.'" I walked to him as he leaned against the counter. Wrapping my arms around his neck he chuckled.

"And what might you be laughing at?"

"The last time we did this," he reminded, "you caused me to burn breakfast. Is that really how you want to start Valentine's Day?"

"Oh honey, we started Valentine's Day a long time ago, and if I recall, you were much more satisfying than food."

"If you recall? I need to refresh your memory so soon? You must have amnesia."

It was my turn to laugh. "I wouldn't care to be reminded every hour on the hour today."

He shook his head. "Try to remember I'm older than you and need more time to recover, Miss Wild Thing."

"Soon to be Mrs. Wild Thing. Thank you very much, Gramps."

It took him a minute to respond, but his eyes were light and playful. "You're lucky I like my bacon on the crispy side, Mrs."

I smiled as he crushed me in a kiss, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth. I tugged at his hair as his hands trailed down my backside to hold me firmly against him. There was no getting my fill, he was a fantasy come true and I'd always want him, body and soul.

His lips left a smacking sound on mine as I pulled us apart. "Okay for real, breakfast first."

"Tease," he mumbled.

"I'm only getting started." I winked, turning back to the stove to remove the bacon before it burned.

I finished cooking our breakfast while he poured us both a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. I grabbed the toast from the toaster and tossed the pieces on the platter already filled with bacon and scrambled eggs.

Setting it down in front of him, I caught him re-reading our magazine interview. We both had probably read it a hundred times between us. She'd written everything almost verbatim; I couldn't have been more pleased. It was exactly what I'd hoped it would be.

"Anything new?" I joked.

He smiled up at me before I took the seat beside him. "Just admiring."

"Admire this beautiful breakfast I made for you."

"I see we're keeping score again." He rolled his eyes as he filled his plate.

"I'm going to be your wife, it's only fair I hold something over your head."

We shared a hearty laugh, both stuffing food into our mouths.

"My wife," he whispered, more to himself than to me.

"My husband," I said aloud, and he looked over to meet my gaze.

"Promise me something?"

I nodded. "Anything."

"Don't let us become that annoying couple who calls each other 'hubby' and 'wifey.'"

I couldn't help my laughter at his comment. "You're no fun!"

"Oh yeah?" he teased. "Eat your breakfast and I'll show you some fun."

"I'm always down for a ride."

He gasped playfully. "Did you really just say that?"

"I'd be happy to repeat it—"

We were interrupted by a knock on the door. I wrinkled my forehead as he shrugged.

"You get it," he said. "So I can watch you walk away."

I gave him the middle finger. "Old perv."

He chuckled as I stood from the table and headed toward the door. I purposely swayed my hips for him and he whistled. I was so distracted with his ridiculousness that I didn't check the peephole before answering. Opening it, I was met with a younger man holding a stunning bouquet of flowers and a balloon attached that read, "Be Mine."

"Mrs. Dornan?" he asked.

I choked on my saliva hearing him call me that. "Sure," I said, noting Jamie's snort from the table.

"Enjoy." He handed me the glass vase before walking away to the elevator.

I turned and gasped as Jamie was now standing behind me.

"Happy Valentine's Day to the future Mrs. Dornan," he said.

My face hurt from smiling so wide. "Babe," I whispered in amazement, looking at the huge array of flowers. There were dozens of stargazer lilies, red roses, purple carnations, and other gorgeous flowers I didn't recognize. The bouquet was heavy and luscious, and smelled equally as divine.

"That's what the card says." He interrupted my thoughts.

I stared at him briefly before it registered. Pulling the card from its holder I smiled as it said exactly that: Happy Valentine's Day to the future Mrs. Dornan— XX, Mr. Dornan.

"Will you?" he asked.

"What?"

He pointed to the balloon. "Be mine?"

"Forever and always," I said. "I love you so much." I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into me. Our lips met all too briefly.

"I love you more." He quickly kissed me again. "Now set those where you want them and meet me in the bathroom. Bring a lighter."

I blushed, anxious to find out what he had planned. But if I knew my man, it'd start with a hot, candlelit bath and end with us in bed. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend Valentine's Day than wrapped up in him, my future hubby.

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