“Good, that means my job is done for the day.”

“Christopher.”

“Are you going to marry me?” I just blurt it out, and the shock on her face is right away. “I asked you a question.”

“Um,” she stutters, “um…”

“So you don’t want to marry me?”

“Are you serious?” she whispers.

“Well, I planned on doing this on vacation with roses and champagne, but it seems nothing with us will ever be conventional.” I walk to her. “I’m sorry that you found it while you were packing my bag.” I grab the box from her and get down on my knee in the middle of my closet, with a towel around my waist and her in my T-shirt. “But this is where it’s going to happen.” She puts her hand to her mouth. “I know we didn’t find each other the way normal fairy tales are written.” She smiles. “But I don’t give a shit because this is our story, and we get to write it.”

“Yes,” she says, and I stop talking, “you asked me before if I was going to marry you.” She walks to me, holding my face in her hands and bending down to kiss my lips. “I love you. You make me happy. You make the girls happy. You put us first every single time. With you, I never have to doubt my worth. With you, I never have to doubt if you love me. With you, I feel like I could take on the world.”

“You could have taken on the world before me, baby, because you’re that warrior.”

“See, right there is another reason I’m going to marry you.” She kisses my lips. “Now, can we go to bed?”

“Oh, yeah,” I agree, getting up and tugging her around her waist, “but I want to make love to you with my ring on you and nothing else.”

“Ohh.” She looks at me. “I think I have a list of what I want to do with my hand with your ring on it.” It’s me who laughs as I put her back down and open the black box, showing her the oval ring with an extra band on the top and bottom. “The top band is for Rain, the bottom is for Luna,” I tell her, and she gasps when I put it on her finger. “It’s the three of you.”

“Christopher.” She looks down at the ring. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.” She looks at me. “And that you included the girls.” She shakes her head. “How did I get so lucky?”

I grab her face. “No, the question is how did I get so lucky?” I’m dragging her to bed when my phone starts ringing on the bedside table. “Ignore it,” I say, getting into bed with her. The phone rings again and again.

“You should maybe answer that,” she says, and I huff, turning and grabbing the phone. “It’s Dylan.”

“This better be fucking good,” I hiss into the phone.

“Have you checked your texts?” he asks.

“No, I’ve been busy,” I tell him, looking back at Koda, who is admiring her ring. “Why?”

He laughs. “Stone is losing his mind.” He can’t stop laughing. I don’t know what I’m expecting him to say, but it’s not what comes next. “Zoey just sent a picture of her and Nash at their wedding last night.”

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