A/N: Call me the queen of apologies cuz I'm at it again. Sorry I've been gone so long. Again. It's been a busy few weeks for me. I've finally moved back home so I've kinda been settling in and getting back in the groove of things after 18 months away. Thanks to everyone who sent me PMs during this period, particularly Lucy1029. I'm perfectly fine, I've just been busy and still suffering from jetlag, lol.

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If there's a question of my heart, you've got it
It don't belong to anyone but you
If there's a question of my love, you've got it
Baby don't worry, I've got plans for you
Baby, I've been making plans, oh love
Baby, I've been making plans for you

Three months later...

This was straight-up voyeurism wasn't it, what she was doing. It didn't feel that way at all, but it had to be. Right?

Sasha had been awake for over an hour and she'd spent every second gazing at her sleeping boyfriend, resting on her side facing him. He looked so good. He did need to shave though, and some hair had escaped from his loosening ponytail. She wanted to run her fingers through it, but it was highly likely that the action would awaken him. He slept like a log all night, and understandably so after a stressful week. They'd only just returned yesterday evening from Pensacola and last night was the first time he'd had any proper sleep. It was best that she let him be. She could play with his hair later. Carefully, she slid out from under his arm, grabbed her robe to cover her nude body and tiptoed into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She crept back into the bedroom and saw that Joe had turned on his stomach, causing the covers to slide over his body and expose a naked butt cheek and leg. His ponytail was completely free now so his hair flowed down his broad back. Sasha bit her lip and quickly scrambled out of the room before she could change her mind and climb back into the large bed to ravage him.

Alone in the kitchen as she prepared breakfast, she ran through a mental checklist of the day ahead. T.K. was back home with his girlfriend Angelia, but they were only here for a short visit as they had to return to Chicago before the weekend was over. She'd missed him so much; he'd been gone for about three months training, and had only come home twice the entire period. He had one more month to go before his training was complete. Sasha remembered when T.K. had introduced her to Angie via FaceTime some weeks back. She recalled her skepticism at meeting the young woman, then said skepticism being wiped away the minute they first spoke to each other. The girl was quite the charmer, and she clicked well with Sasha. For the first time since her son started dating, Sasha actually liked the girl he was with. That had never happened, so she figured it was good omen.

A lot of good had been happening around her over the past couple of months, actually. Elgin was responding well to chemotherapy and showing signs of progress. Pam remained by his side and was keeping strong for him and their daughter. Imani was happy and healthy and the seven-month-old remained a constant source of joy to her parents during this tough time. Mia was about to enter fourth grade and was less than a year away from the big 1-0. In funnier news, Sasha heard through the grapevine that her ex-boyfriend Tyson was having another kid...but it wasn't Desiree's. She could only imagine how much grief his wife was giving him over that situation. Or maybe not. She really couldn't care less. Those two were no longer her problem. Reggie's Bar & Grill was expanding through Tampa, and Reggie had offered Sasha the Manager's position at the new, swankier restaurant that had opened in downtown Tampa. She would be further away from home but with T.K. never around these days she only had Mia to worry about. Plus, no more nightly shifts for her. Other people were doing that now. Now that she had her GED, she could finally back up all her work experience with credentials. So while she may not have made the cut for the photography job she'd applied to, she got an even bigger opportunity and took it gladly. Evidently every cloud had a silver lining, including the one cloud in her life that had been complicated for a long time...

Sasha was glad she didn't have to pee in a cup for this appointment. It was still one of the most uncomfortable things she had ever done. It reminded her of what she endured back in junior year of high school during another of the authorities' fruitless attempts to curb the widespread marijuana problem at school. It sucked just as much as sitting in the OB-GYN's office wearing only those thin-ass hospital gowns that covered up nothing. She looked around the room, her feet bumping the side of the table as she swung her legs fretfully.

Sitting beside her, Joe rubbed her thigh. "Nervous?"

"No," she lied.

His hand left her thigh to curl around her waist. "Liar," he whispered and kissed her forehead. "You're gonna be fine,nani." He could tell that she didn't agree and chalked it up to nerves. He would keep trying to encourage her though.

As the door to the OB-GYN's office swung open, Sasha glanced up and swallowed hard. Normally she was happy to see Dr. Mona Sawyer, whom she and Joe had been visiting over the last two months, and it had got to a point where the mother of two could now call her a friend. But right now every other sentiment she owned was replaced by stone cold fear.

Greeting them both with a smile and a warm hug, Dr. Sawyer took a seat opposite the couple. "So how are you two feeling? Good?"

"I'm good. She's terrified," Joe joked, and Sasha nudged his shoulder for his troubles.

Dr. Sawyer smiled at them and then cleared her throat. "Okay, I'm gonna cut to the chase and give you the answers you're here for." She took the long brown file she'd carried into the office with her and drew out an X-ray photo, pinning it onto the board in the office. The couple watched her every move.

"So Sasha, this is the X-ray of your cervical area you had a month ago. I retrieved from your medical history that you had emergency cervical surgery immediately after you gave birth to your daughter nine years ago, due to excessive bleeding following her delivery. The surgery caused significant scarring or damage to your cervix, which is the neck of your uterus over here..." Mona pointed at a spot on the X-ray, "And this happens to be one of the major causes of infertility among women. However, your tests have shown that your cervix is now fully healed, and that should allow you to have a full-term pregnancy without any life-threatening complications. Joe's tests also showed no traces of infertility. In other words, I see no reason you can't and shouldn't get pregnant if you want to."

Stunned, Joe and Sasha stared at each other. Several seconds ticked by as each of them digested the news. Sasha looked at Mona in bewilderment, her vision blurred by the tears in her eyes. She could get pregnant? Her problems were gone? Was this really happening? She legitimately had no words to express what she was feeling within her.

Joe was first to speak, a big smile spreading across his handsome face. "Wow...That's great news, Doctor," he said.

Mona's smile was as big as Joe's. "I figured it would be."

Sasha didn't let go of Joe's hand...its large warmth enclosed around hers was the only proof that this moment wasn't a dream. "So...what now?" she stammered.

"Well, in cases like these we usually advise expectant management, which means you can continue to try to conceive by having regular unprotected sex. How often do you two try these days? Any changes?" Dr. Sawyer asked, writing on Sasha's chart.

Sasha looked over at Joe's reddened cheeks. She couldn't stop grinning as she spoke. "Um...not really. We still try very often. He's gone for weeks, maybe more at a time thanks to his job, and I miss him so much, so things get a little heated when he comes home." She trailed off before she could ramble on and on.

"Yeah. Basically, our sex life is still very healthy," Joe filled in for her, as Dr. Sawyer's smile widened. He leaned over to kiss Sasha's temple, squeezing her fingers as his brain continued to process this fantastic news.

After one last brief exam on the two of them, Dr. Sawyer spoke to them both. "Well, you're both still physically healthy. Neither of you is under nor overweight, and I'm well aware that Joe's line of work requires frequent and rigorous exercise and workouts that I do not medically rule as dangerous. I will order an inter-vaginal sonogram for you Sasha, just to be safe. That's the final test I'll need from you."

Sasha shot Joe a nervous smile. So far she was given a clean bill of health. It was only the sonogram that was left. She could only hope that one went right for her too.

The OB-GYN leaned forwards and placed a reassuring hand on Sasha's shoulder. "For now, you two need to relax and let nature take its course. Just be patient, and don't try so hard," she added with a wink.

Sasha shrugged. "It's kinda tough not to though...I mean, look at my man. He's so damn hot." Rubbing her boyfriend's thigh, she gazed at him adoringly, causing Dr. Sawyer to laugh and Joe to turn away to hide both his blush and a huge smile.

"Make an appointment for the sonogram this week and I'll see you again soon." Dr. Sawyer turned to leave after patting Sasha on the arm. "You two are gonna be fine. Just enjoy each other, alright?"

Her reverie was interrupted by a small noise coming from her right, where the staircase was. She turned and smiled widely as Joe came into view, barefoot and bare-chested. "So this is where you've been," he stated, his voice raspy from sleep as he lumbered into the kitchen.

Sasha had to touch the corner of her mouth to check if she was drooling. How did she manage to bag such a hottie for a boyfriend? "Good morning, Mr. Reigns. You sleep good?"

He nodded and rubbed his eyes. "I passed out last night," he said.

"You did," Sasha nodded, having to refrain from laughing at his zombie-like movements as he wandered around the kitchen island. "But that's good. You need all the sleep you can get after the week you've had." Sika had fallen seriously ill earlier in the week, and Joe had dropped everything to go be with him in Pensacola. Sasha accompanied him so she could keep Patricia company and keep both mother and son sane. Joe ended up missing two house shows but as far as the Samoan was concerned, family was far more important than anything else.

Sasha turned her back to him to open the refrigerator, taking out a pitcher of freshly blended carrot juice. "It's cheat day today. What would you like for breakfast?"

Joe stood behind her, running his hands along her hips. "You."

Desire flashed, fast and hot, through her. His forwardness, especially when he wanted sex, was still taking some getting used to. "And what if that's not on the menu?" she inquired, gasping when he pushed up on her, his morning hardness pressing against her lower back.

"I'm sure I can convince you to reconsider." He flattened one palm over her stomach and kissed her neck. "Come back to bed," he whispered.

Good Lord, his voice. That deep, smooth whispery voice of his. She'd lost count of how many times he'd charmed her into bed with it, not that she ever needed much convincing in the first place. She sighed, sensing her thoughts drift away from her as he began a trail of kisses along her neck – a weakness of hers that he never hesitated to exploit – with gentle brushes of his lips up and down the column of skin. He turned her around to face him, taking her chin between his fingers. His touch was gentle but his gaze was raw, reducing Sasha to a puddle of goo. As he pressed his lips to hers, he let go of her chin to pull her to him, his front flush against hers, and Sasha moaned low in her throat. She placed her hands on the hard muscles of his chest, then slid them up his shoulders and held on, letting him take control of the kiss. He needed this and she was more than happy to give him what he needed.

It started out relatively chaste but it rapidly became more, sparking the familiar sensual heat that always led to something much more carnal and passionate. "Mia could wake up soon," Sasha tried to debate, even though she knew her daughter could sleep through an earthquake.

Joe suckled her neck as he tugged off the belt holding her robe together. "I checked on her. She's still fast asleep. And T.K.'s gone off somewhere. We can do whatever we want."

"Yeah?"

"Mm-hmm." The Samoan silenced his girlfriend by sucking her lower lip gently. He watched her eyes glaze over with hunger as they met his own, and sighed as she boldly plunged her tongue inside his mouth, sliding it along his in an alluring rhythm. Her hands couldn't stop moving up and down his back, exploring the contours and ridges she now knew by heart. Inhibitions were fading away very quickly, which had become a normal occurrence between them. Ever since Elgin's cancer diagnosis, Sasha's guarded cautiousness had become a thing of the past. No longer did she allow any doubts or fears hinder her relationship with Joe. Having made up her mind to change her ways, she gathered up the courage to finally let herself go emotionally, to fully embrace Joe and his unquestionable love for her, and it turned out to be a wonderful decision. Of course there was still the occasional tiff that all normal couples experienced, but it was nothing that threatened to derail them like in the past. All of that was gone. They were both confident in what they had and were happier than they'd ever been together.

Both of Joe's hands slid down to her ass, clenching it tightly before he lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, his muscled body occupying the space between her parted legs. Sasha wound all of her fingers behind his neck and held on tight, as though afraid he would change his mind and pull away. "Don't stop, Daddy," she begged.

Joe growled hungrily at the husky tone of her voice as she said that word, making his body ache even more for his woman. "I won't. Not until you come," he whispered, his mouth back on hers in the same breath with which he spoke. His tongue rolled against hers as he pushed open her dressing gown, sliding the garment off her shoulders before grabbing her breasts and squeezing them. He grinded against her, and their ragged breathing cut through the morning quiet that had settled in the open kitchen. Joe nudged her thighs wider apart with a shift of his body, his large hand winding into her hair for a quick tug to expose her neck to him. He sucked her throat hungrily, then licked and nibbled down her chest and tugged her peaked nipple hard with his lips, smiling against her skin when she moaned. Impatiently, Sasha grabbed the back of his head and guided his mouth back to hers. Her other hand grasped his length and pulled it right out of his shorts, and it was Joe's turn to groan.

"Nani..." His breathing quickened, his body tight with anticipation as she gripped his dick, and he moaned out loud as she pushed him into her entrance, sliding him home inside her. She leaned back against the counter for him, and he followed her, burying his face in her neck. Right away his hips began to move, and he braced one arm on the countertop, his other arm winding around her waist to hold her steady as he rocked into her.

"Yo, anyone up yet?" The front door opened, and T.K. strolled happily into the house, his steps coming to an abrupt, screeching halt at the sight before him. "Jesus Christ Ma!"

Sasha shoved Joe away from between her legs. Scrambling to find her robe, she yanked it over her bare shoulders and jumped down from the kitchen counter, gaping at her son in shock and embarrassment. "Ty!"

"Is it safe to look now?" T.K. had turned his back with his hand over his eyes. Cautiously he turned back around, uncovered his face, and gaped at his mother, horror-struck. "Mama, what the hell!" he spluttered, "Isn't Mia upstairs or somethin'? What if she walked in on y'all?"

Good point. But she forgot about that. That was the kind of magic her boyfriend possessed; all rational thought disappeared with the simplest caress of his hand. Stumped for a justifiable answer, all she could do was tug the robe tighter around her body and wish the ground could open up and swallow her whole.

"Hey, man. What's up?" She heard Joe say behind her. His shorts were already back up, and he wore an easygoing smile like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just been quite literally caught with his pants down. How on earth did he always stay so calm in situations like this?

T.K. cringed inwardly, still reeling from what he'd just witnessed. It was great that they were so much in love with each other, but he really could have done without the image of his half-naked mother getting it on with her boyfriend. This wasn't the first time he was catching them in the act, and each time traumatized him. At this rate he was going to need serious therapy. But first he needed to wash his eyes out with bleach. "We'll be in my room," he declared, gesturing between himself and Angie, who looked just as embarrassed as he did.

"Hi Miss Morgan." She waved awkwardly.

"Hey...Angie." Sasha couldn't bring herself to look at her. Luckily she didn't have to, as T.K. dragged Angie out of sight towards his bedroom. Sasha turned to see Joe covering his mouth with his shoulders shaking. "The hell are you laughin' at?" she snapped, slapping his arm.

The Samoan was moments away from completely losing it. "The look on your face, babe," he chortled, pointing at her. "I swear to God it's the funniest thing I've ever seen."

She whacked him in his chest with the back of her hand. "It's not funny. Why aren't you ever fazed when we get caught?"

"What's the point? If we're caught, we're caught. You can't change it can you?" He raised an eyebrow at her, and Sasha groaned and spun around. "I'm going back upstairs," she announced, suddenly lacking appetite of any form.

Joe trailed after her. "Sounds good to me. We still got some time to kill before we head out later."

"I thought Cassie's barbecue was tomorrow."

"Not the barbecue. I'm supposed to check out a place for Al, remember?"

Oh yeah. She forgot about that. Somewhere down the line Joe had developed a big interest in real estate, in houses and property and land and everything that had to do with them. It all started about two months ago when Alma started recruiting him in his free time to appear at the showings of buyers who were WWE fans and influence their decisions to purchase the property. Sometimes he dragged Sasha along to see some of the properties, and she'd seen him work his magic on the clients, and knew his success was fueling his passion to be fully involved in the real estate business someday. "How many properties has Alma sent you to now? Three? Four?" she asked him.

"Four. And all home runs," he replied proudly. "Hopefully I get the fifth this afternoon. It's a lady that's interested, apparently."

Sasha snorted. "Last time you had a female client all she was 'interested' in was you." She opened the door to their bedroom with a little more force than required, and made her way to the walk-in closet. "And don't tell me Alma's broker friend is tagging along too."

Joe exhaled, fighting exasperation. "Sash."

"What?" Her voice echoed from inside the closet.

"Her name's Cleo. We've talked about this."

"Yeah we have. And I remember saying I don't like the way Cleo looks at you." She poked her head back out to give him a pointed glare. "And she's always giving me this look, like she know something about you that I don't."

Joe joined her in the closet and nodded approvingly at the red jumpsuit she picked out. "You know everything about me, doll," he said. "Cleo accompanies me to the showings for obvious reasons. She's the real estate agent, not me, remember? She works for Alma, and we both need her."

Sasha locked eyes with her boyfriend and sighed. "I know," she conceded. "Don't mean I gotta like it though."

"Relax. I don't need to tell you you're the only woman I have eyes for, do I?" said Joe.

She brushed past him out of the closet to place her jumpsuit on the couch. "Alma's been working you hard though. Like pimp hard," she pointed out.

"Pimp?" Joe repeated, incredulous. "What do you mean pimp?"

"You heard me. Your sister is pimping you out," Sasha laughed.

"No she's not," he pouted.

"Yes she is. All your siblings have pimped you out on at least one occasion throughout your life. Matt did it when you were a kid, making you fetch all his stuff, Cassie did it with her furniture business, and now Alma's using you to sell off her houses. Let's call it what it is, big boy. Your siblings are your pimps."

Joe crossed his muscular arms over his chest. "I take offense to that."

Lifting her shoulder in a shrug, Sasha added, "Well you are getting paid." She smirked, laughing as Joe curled his lip at her words. He stepped out of his shorts and flopped down onto the bed, bouncing off it slightly on impact. He reached behind him to fluff the pillow beneath his head. "Mia says she wants a dog," he brought up.

"Now don't you go spoiling her, giving her everything she wants," Sasha warned.

"It's not a big deal, babe. She can learn a lot about responsibility from taking care of a dog. I think it's a good idea." He watched Sasha put her shoes away and licked his lips as she bent over, the silk robe hitching up her backside. The stirring between his legs reemerged. "Now that you've finished making fun of me, can I finally get some ass?"

Sasha giggled, looking over her shoulder. "How nice of you to ask politely."

"That's as polite as I'm gonna get," he responded as she stood up straight, and he heard her breath hitch at the sight of his erection draped over his hip. Smirking at the look on her face, he fisted his dick and stroked it deliberately, watching the lust fill her eyes once more. "I know you want me baby girl. So do I. Come here," he growled.

The corner of her lip quirked. "You want yourself?"

He rolled his eyes. "You know what I meant."

"I guess I do." She walked over to the bedroom door and locked it, closing them off from embarrassed teenage sons and their equally embarrassed teenage girlfriends, and made her way to the bed. She took her time crawling in, her gaze locked on her man, and threw one leg over his naked body to straddle his hips. Joe moved his hands from her thighs and her backside up to her slender waist. He untied her silk robe once again, this time succeeding in undressing her completely. He cupped her breasts, admiring them as he squeezed and sculpted them in his palms.

"You've got really nice boobs," he observed, the mesmerized tone of his voice slashing his age in half, and drawing a giggle out of his girlfriend.

"Thank you." Biting her lip, Sasha rolled her ass against him, and he groaned as he felt her moist heat spread over him, her soaked entrance brushing over the tip of his length. It blew his mind – and other parts of his anatomy – how easily wet her pussy always got for him. He growled and kissed her hard while he raised her ass in the air, both moaning as he lowered her down onto his dick. He kept a firm grip on her plump backside, gasping as she started to ride him, her pussy wrapped snugly around every inch of him like a glove.

Sasha hummed with satisfaction as she felt Joe's hips rise off the bed to thrust slowly into her, and she twisted her fingers in his hair. "Mmm, that's right baby...keep doin' me like that. Don't stop."

"I won't." Joe gave her a devilish smile. "Not until you come."

"Holy shit."

Joe chuckled in amusement at his girlfriend's remark as the Range Rover came to a stop. He climbed out and rounded the vehicle to open the passenger's side for her. He carefully helped her out, noting her awed expression as she gawked at the vastness before her.

At a little under six thousand square feet, it was easily one of the biggest properties she had ever seen. The house itself was a stunning Mediterranean-style masterpiece, with stone pathways wrapping around impeccably trimmed green grass and short palm trees. A stone fountain stood in the middle of the pathway, and giant columns greeted them at the entrance to the veranda towards the large double-entry front doors. Hand in hand, the couple walked up, and Joe fished around in his pocket for the house keys before smiling at Sasha. "So, you ready to go in?" he asked.

Sasha gave a slight shake of her head and smoothed down her red jumpsuit. "Can we even finish viewing it in one day?" This was a colossus of a house. Joe's potential client was in for a treat. Surely Alma would forward him a nice sum from this sale too.

Upon entering the house, the two were treated to a magnificent view of the pool area outside and beyond through the large pocket sliding-glass doors featured in the massive living room. A fireplace and built-in shelves graced one wall of the living room. They passed through an arched opening situated next to a walk-in wet-bar and found an over-sized family room with a built-in entertainment center and a second fireplace. One wing of the house took up the study, equipped with built-in bookshelves and a large mahogany desk, along with a large guest-bedroom, powder room, pool bath and utility room. Walking through the large pocket-sliding doors, they strolled into the lanai, with the outdoor grilling area and a large swimming pool spread before them. It was perfect for parties, cookouts, barbecues, or just chilling outside on a quiet breezy evening. Whoever lived in this house was going to have a blast.

Upstairs was more of the same fabulousness. The master bedroom was the most magnificent of the six bedrooms. The ceiling was vaulted and the bedroom opened to the balcony from which one could see the lanai as well as the pool area from a further distance. The 'his and her' walk-in closets were roomy, bigger than the ones in their home. The luxurious master bath featured an over-sized tub and a large dual-head shower area. Two his-and-her toilets completed the bathroom design. Sasha and Joe pushed open the double doors and stepped out onto the balcony to test out the view outside. Sasha could already envision how beautiful the sunset would be from here.

Joe gazed down at Sasha, watching her every reaction as she looked out the balcony. "Incredible, huh?"

"Amazing." This place was unbelievable. Anyone who could afford this place would be crazy not to take it. She herself was already sold and she hadn't even seen the house in its entirety.

"I hear the best part of the house is at the other side," Joe told her, holding his hand out to her. "Wanna see?"

Sasha noticed the prominent twinkle in his gorgeous eyes. He seemed particularly enthusiastic about this house. But who could blame him?

She followed him back downstairs and to another side of the house, opening a door that led outside. He pushed it open, and Sasha's jaw dropped.

It was the most breathtaking garden she'd ever seen, its landscaping dominated by rows and rows of neatly trimmed rose bushes. Red and pink and yellow and white roses lined all four corners of the garden, and it bore a strong resemblance to the gardens she and Joe had strolled through on the private island in Pensacola so many months ago. Sasha blinked several times as she turned around slowly in the same spot, shaking her head. "Okay...I'm totally jealous of this client of yours. She's bagged a total gem in this place." She glanced at her watch and looked up at Joe, who continued to intently study her every move. "Speaking of, where she at? She shoulda been here like half an hour ago, right?"

His already wide smile broadened. "What if I told you she's been here with me all along?"

Narrowing her eyes, Sasha looked around expecting to see someone else there, and then looked back at him, growing more confused when she saw his gaze fixed determinedly on her. "Wait...me?"

"Well technically, you and me," he said with a nonchalant shrug, though his fingers were crossed tightly behind his back. "We will be living together after all."

Sasha's eyes widened, her entire body slacking as realization dawned on her. "Wait a minute...You're the one buying this house?"

"I'd like to." He smiled. Thanks to his healthy WrestleMania bonus and the checks from the recently released video game, he had some change to spare and this was where it went. "That's why I've been communicating with Cleo. She found this place. I liked it, and I thought you'd like it too. It's in a gated community not too far from the city...I wanted your approval before I bought it. Cleo will get a good price for our current home when I put it on the market." His smile faded, and his heart raced uncomfortably at the look on her face, and right away he wondered if he'd acted too fast again. "You don't like it?"

Glimpsing the hurt in his eyes, the mother of two shook her head adamantly. "No, no, I love it. It's just...I didn't think it was for me...I never thought in my wildest dreams..." Tears clogged her throat. "Oh Joe. A house! Why do you go through so much trouble for me?"

Joe stepped closer to her, wrapping his muscular arms around her waist. "Simple. I'm in love," he answered. "And this ain't just any house, baby girl. It's our home," he emphasized, placing a gentle kiss on her nose and looking into her eyes. "I know we've haven't been living together all that long, but I've loved every moment of coming home to you and spending all our free time together. The court case with Andrea had me thinking of the old memories in our current place. Bad memories. I want to start a new life with you and create brand new memories with us as a family. You, me, T.K., Mia, and whoever else we welcome into our family. All of us, together. Here. If you want it, just say the word and it's ours."

Sasha was blown away. Absolutely blown away. Six years ago she was cramped in a glorified sardine can with her two young children. Now she had the choice to reside in a six thousand square-foot gated home for the rest of her life with the man she was hopelessly in love with. Who was she to turn down such a seductive offer? Burying her face in her man's chest, all she could do was nod. "Yes. I want it. I want it all."

Relief washed over the Samoan's handsome features and he let out an audible sigh. He circled his arms over her shoulders in a big hug and stroked her hair, quietly thanking God that this was working out well so far. Several seconds passed when he said, "You know, there's more."

She pulled back and gaped at him. More? What else, what more could he possibly have in store after something as unbelievable as this?

"Hi Mama!"

She spun round and found T.K. and Mia crossing the garden to join them. Mia rushed into her arms and kissed her cheek, then presented two red roses to her. Sasha looked down at the roses and saw they were intertwined together at the stems. Now she was really confused. "What is going on? What are you two doing here?" she asked, watching Mia hug Joe.

T.K. grinned at his mother's disoriented countenance. She hadn't seen anything yet. "Angie dropped us off. This place is awesome, Ma. Do you like it?"

"Wait, y'all knew about this place too?" she inquired, and they both nodded, grinning widely. Clearly they were all in on some plan she wasn't a part of. She returned her gaze to Joe's, a sigh escaping her full lips. "I love it. The décor could do with a little tweaking but overall it's amazing," she commented, inhaling the roses in her grasp and smiling softly.

Joe smiled. "I'm glad you like it. I care so much for you nani. I want you to have everything you've ever wanted."

It was all too much for her, too overwhelming. The tears she was holding back finally spilled forth. "I just want you, babe," she whispered.

Smiling softly, Joe wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "And you have me. You've had me since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I was days away from completely self-destructing and you saved me. You gave me something that I was missing for a long time; a reason to work harder on myself, to be a better man. I am in awe of you. You are such a beautiful woman, inside and out. You are sexy and smart, strong and independent and an amazing mother. An amazing lover. I can't keep my hands off of you. Your sassy mouth and your fire make me so crazy. I love how you don't put up with my crap, but you put up with the crap that comes with my career. You hold me down and make me feel like a million bucks even when I don't feel that way inside. You mean everything to me, and I've since realized that I cannot live without you."

He ran his thumb along her lower lip and smiled, his nerves quelling a little when she pursed her lips against his thumb. The confusion was still in her eyes, wondering where he was going with this. He would clear that up in a few seconds. He was nervous as hell, but he took a deep breath and carried on. "Baby girl, you are the center of my world. I want to love you, protect you, fight with you and make up with you for the rest of my life, all in this house right here. I know I won't get to be home all the time and trust me I fuckin' hate that, but I'll make time to be with you and our family. I'll always make time for you, nani. I want to be yours forever, and I want you to be mine forever, and there's only one way I can show you how much I mean that."

Taking another deep breath, he stepped back from her, and reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a tiny velvet box.

Time froze. Like literally froze. The world seemed to stop moving as Sasha finally realized what was going on. A gasp ripped from her throat and her hands flew to her mouth as she watched Joe descend to one knee. He carefully opened the box, revealing a white-gold diamond-encrusted band with a sparkling, cushion-cut diamond in the center.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her voice and her hands shaking. "Oh my god."

Though his smile was nervous, his words were as clear as the afternoon sky above them. "Sasha. My love, my queen...I'm asking you in front of the two most important people in your life, to make me the happiest, most blessed man in the world. I want you to be my wife, Sasha. Will you marry me?"

She could barely see through her tears. She could hardly breathe. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it was going to burst inside her chest. She tore her gaze from the ring to look into his grey eyes, seeing nothing but his heart in them. It was one thing talking and thinking about this moment. To have it actually happen, in the middle of this beautiful rose garden, with the most breathtaking piece of jewelry she'd ever seen, was an entirely different, entirely indescribable emotion. She looked over at her two children, and noticed how they stood confidently by each side of Joe; their father figure, who even at his young age was a better father to them than their real fathers ever were. They loved him just like he loved them. And that solidified the answer she'd always known in her heart.

Joe took her prolonged silence for something else. "Baby, say something," he whispered, his worried eyes boring into hers. But he never had to worry anymore. Never had to question or even doubt how much in love with him she was. Because she was head over heels. That part of her was dead and gone and in the past where it belonged. Her future was with him. Her future was now and forever with Joseph Anoa'i.

She smiled reassuringly as tears continued streaming down her face, surprisingly calm on the outside even though her heart was still hammering and she was giddy and leaping for joy on the inside. Her trembling hand found its way to his face, caressing his cheekbone with her palm. "Joe," she breathed, "My beautiful, amazing Joe. I would be honored to be your wife."

Joe's eyes immediately softened at her response. "Is that a yes?" he whispered, and she giggled tearfully.

"Yes, baby. Yes it is."

"Thank God." He pressed his lips to her hand, and it felt like he was on autopilot as he took the ring out of the box, slid it carefully up her ring finger and kissed it reverently. As he stood up, his head was spinning, Sasha's answer buzzing in his ears. Suddenly, everything had changed. Everything between them became that much more final, much more complete.

Sasha held up her hand, turning it left and right as she admired the diamond. "It's so beautiful."

"Simply beautiful. Like you," Joe agreed with a smile, repeating the words he'd said to her back in Miami, seemingly a lifetime ago now. They'd both come so far together.

"I helped pick the ring, Mama," Mia chirped in proudly.

Sasha gaped at her daughter, and then down at the entwined roses she was still clenching. "And this? What does this mean?"

"It represents the question you just said yes to," T.K. responded. "We did our research."

Sasha glared playfully at all three of them. "Y'all been working overtime behind my back huh?"

"Something like that," Joe laughed. His eyes were round and bright, and his smile was a wide, joyous, heart-breaking smile that made her fall in love with him all over again. He pulled her to him, kissing her zealously. Sasha wrapped her arms around his neck, squealing as he lifted her up in the air and spun her around. He set her down and kept his tight hold on her, burying his face in her neck. "I'm so happy right now," he murmured.

And she was just as ecstatic. She wanted nothing but happiness for the man who changed her life, who had fought so hard for her and for their relationship. He deserved love and happiness and Sasha promised to spend the rest of their lives giving him all of that and more.

Nothing could wipe the grin off of her face as she glanced down at her beautiful ring. "Oh my god, I'm getting married," she squeaked tearfully, fighting the urge to pinch herself.

Joe watched her eyes glisten again, and he rested his forehead against hers, his arms wrapped protectively around the woman who was now his fiancée. "I love you. You're mine now. Forever," he whispered.

Sasha placed her hand on his chest, the diamond glinting off her finger, and she relished the feel of his heartbeat as she kissed his lips softly. "I love you too, Leati. And you're mine, forever and ever. I wouldn't have it any other way and I'm never gonna let you go."

There really couldn't have been any other outcome, could there? Y'all woulda killed me, for one, lol.

I hope I got the scene with the OB-GYN right. Heck, I hope I got EVERY scene right. And speaking of scenes…the kitchen counter/T.K. scene is my little shout-out to fenner82, she's been clamoring for that for a long time, lol.

Two more chapters and that's it. Got the champagne on ice (even though I don't drink) as I bid farewell to my baby.

Song lyrics from "The Matrimony" by Wale and Usher. (LOVE that song, the chorus is just heaven.)

Kindly review! Sorry I took so long.