Page 108 of Make Her Mine

Me: What did he say?

Her: That you have to be sober and include my mom next time you ask.

Yeah, that’s what I thought.

Me: I think you’re right about no more tequila.

Her: Regretting asking already? I know my breakfasts need some work, but geez.

I smile. I’m absolutely asking Scott and Peyton that question. And I’m glad Harlow knows that.

Me: Not that. I just cannot be on your mother’s bad side for the rest of my life.

Her: Good call. God knows what she’d teach our kids to get back at us.

My heart almost stops.

She’s just rolling with this planned asking-for-her-hand thing.

And kids.

She just talked about our kids. Just casually. Like it’s a foregone conclusion.

She’s either messing with me—which, honestly, is possible—or she’s practicing writing Harlow Riley on her notebook. Figuratively, anyway.

Then I realize a moment later that she will absolutely insist on being Harlow Hansen-Riley.

I grin. I’m suddenly even more in love, even hornier, and very interested in heading to the jewelry store right fucking now.

Maybe I can pull Peyton aside tonight and ask her for over-the-top proposal ideas.

Knowing her, if Scott told her about last night—and I’m one-thousand percent sure he did—she’s already got several things in mind for me.

I can handle whatever it is as long as the younger Hansen woman says “yes” when I ask the question.

With that in mind, I send Harlow one more text.

By the way, everything I said last night, I completely meant. Despite the tequila.

Even if I can’t remember it all, I’m not too worried. If we were talking about marriage and stuff, I’m good.

Her: So we really can adopt all three?

I freeze.

Adopt? Three?

I mean…

I’m not surprised at all that Harlow wants to adopt. That’s completely who this woman is and her heart is why I love her so much. So… yeah. Of course.

Three is a lot at once but it’s me and Harlow. We’re an amazing team and we’ve got an amazing family and a whole community around us to support us.

I definitely want a family with Harlow and any child would be so fortunate to have her. Us.

Me: We’d be kick ass at being adoptive parents. Three. Twelve. Sure. Of course. Whatever you want, I’m in.

Her: That was so the right answer. *heart emoji*

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