Tom and Lucy sat in his office, enjoying lunch as usual as the afternoon sunlight streamed in, bathing the room in a soft golden glow.
The sound of clinking cutlery filled the comfortable silence between them as they both savored the homemade meal.
Tom glanced at Lucy, who was focused on her plate, her gentle smile making his heart swell.
He couldn't believe that Christmas Eve was only a week away now, and soon he would be able to publicly declare his love for her and ask her to be his wife.
Over the last three months he had seen even more telltale signs that showed him she was ready to be his wife and was thinking of having kids.
Apart from the fact that she had finally moved all her personal stuff from her apartment to the mansion and was adding personal touches that made the place more and more like a home for them, she had also started to ask him serious questions in subtle ways.
