Page 189 of Delicate Storm

“For this moment.”

“But—” I don’t even know what to say.

“You may have told me you never wanted to get married. But you also said that Isaac was your number one priority. And that you’d choose him over me. Any day of the week, right?”

“Right.” I bite back a smile when he pretends to be offended.

“Well, I guess I figured that one day, you’d want to make that official. And I wanted to be ready.”

“I could adopt him without it.”

“You could, but it would be significantly harder.”

“What happens if we get divorced?”

“We won’t.” He crosses his arms over his chest.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah. I do.” He stares at me pointedly, telling me there’s no room for arguments. “You’re not getting rid of me, Paige. Isaac and I are here to stay. Through the good times and bad, sickness and health, till death do us part.”

“I think that might be the most romantic thing you’ve ever said.” I bite my lip and Easton shakes his head.

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Never.”

“So, what do you say, D’Angelo? Should we go and talk to Isaac? See what he thinks?”

Tears prick the back of my eyes, and he hasn’t proposed yet, but I know without a doubt that this is exactly where I’m meant to be. Forever. Easton and Isaac are already my family. In my eyes, I’m already Isaac’s mom. But… “Nothing would make me happier. I love you, East.”

“I love you too, future Mrs. Wilder. And here’s Isaac, right on cue.”

I glance up to see Isaac racing toward us, his face alight with a smile. I quickly wipe my eyes, grinning when he reaches us.

“I helped to make a cake. Come and eat it.”

“Mmm, that sounds great, Buddy. But first we have something to ask you.”

“What?” He frowns, his gaze darting back to the house as though we’re ruining his life by keeping him from the cake.

Easton smiles as he looks my way, silently asking if I want to speak. And I do.

“I wanted to know how you’d feel about me becoming your mom.”

His eyes widen before his gaze bounces to Easton, who nods, giving him an encouraging smile. “Yes,” he says. “Yes, please be my mom. Please.”

He tentatively steps forward as though not knowing what to do next, but I rush toward him, sweeping him into my arms and pressing a kiss to his head. “Thank you, Isaac. You just made me the happiest person alive.”

“Why?” He pulls back and glances up at me.

“Because I get to call you my son.”

The beaming smile he blesses me with holds the power to light up so much darkness that it melts my heart. Reaching for Easton’s hand, I give it a squeeze, smiling when he winks.

And just like that, they’ve given me everything I’ll ever need…and never even knew I wanted.

EPILOGUE TWO

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