Page 74 of Knot My Type

"We've been thinking," Rhys begins, then stops, running a hand through his hair in a gesture I recognize as nervous energy.

"About?" I prompt when the silence stretches too long.

"About making this official," Kael says, stepping forward. "About the fact that while we've committed to each other, while we've built a life together, there's no legal recognition of what we have. No protections, no formal acknowledgment."

My heart starts beating faster, though I'm not sure where this is heading.

"We can't all marry each other," Fen continues, his practical nature asserting itself. "The law doesn't recognize polyamorous marriages, and even if it did, the logistics would be complicated."

"But," Rhys says, his hand finding mine, "we can make promises to each other. We can have a ceremony, make vows, exchange symbols that represent our commitment."

"We can create our own tradition," Kael adds, moving closer. "Our own way of celebrating what we've built."

Understanding dawns, bringing with it a wave of emotion so intense I have to blink back tears. "You want to have a commitment ceremony."

"We want to ask you to marry us," Kael corrects, dropping to one knee in front of me and opening his palm to reveal a ring unlike anything I've ever seen.

It's not a traditional engagement ring—it's something entirely unique, crafted specifically for our unusual situation. Three bands of different metals—white gold, yellow gold, and rose gold—twisted together to form a single, cohesive whole. And instead of a traditional diamond, it holds a stone I don't recognize, something that shifts color from green to blue to gold depending on how the light hits it.

"The stone is labradorite," Rhys explains, his voice rough with emotion. "It's supposed to represent transformation, finding your true path, seeing possibilities you didn't know existed."

"The three bands represent all of us," Fen adds. "Separate but intertwined, stronger together than apart."

"Will you?" Kael asks, and his voice breaks slightly on the words. "Will you marry us? Let us marry you? Make this official in every way that matters?"

The question hangs in the air between us, loaded with hope and vulnerability and the weight of futures we're choosing to build together. I look at their faces—Kael's fierce intensity, Rhys's gentle hope, Fen's quiet certainty—and see my whole world reflected back at me.

"Yes," I whisper, then louder, stronger: "Yes, of course, yes."

The ring slides onto my finger like it was made for me, which it probably was. It's perfect—not too heavy, not too delicate, somehow managing to be both elegant and unique in a way that feels entirely right.

And then I'm being kissed and hugged and lifted off the couch in a tangle of arms and voices and laughter that fills the house with joy. When we finally separate enough to breathe, to look at each other properly, I realize I'm crying—happy tears, overwhelmed tears, tears of gratitude for this life I never could have imagined.

"When?" I ask when I can speak again.

"Whenever you want," Rhys says immediately. "Spring, maybe? When the weather's nice and we can have it outside?"

"Rebecca will want to plan it," I warn them. "She's going to go completely overboard with decorations and flowers and probably try to hire a band."

"Let her," Kael says with a grin. "She deserves to go overboard for this."

"What about your families?" I ask, suddenly thinking of all the practical complications. "My parents, your friends, the legal aspects?"

"We'll figure it out," Fen says, echoing the phrase that's become our family motto. "All of it. Together."

"The legal stuff is more complicated," Rhys admits. "We can't have a marriage that's recognized by the state, but we can set up legal protections through other means. Power of attorney documents, medical directives, property agreements. It won't be the same as traditional marriage rights, but it'll be something."

"And our families will have to accept it or not," Kael adds with a shrug. "This is our life. We get to decide how to live it."

The simple statement encapsulates everything I love about these men, everything that makes our relationship work despite its unconventional nature. They don't apologize for who they are or ask permission to love the way they love. They simply live authentically and invite the world to accept them as they are.

"I love you," I say, looking at each of them in turn. "All of you. More than I ever thought it was possible to love anyone."

"We love you too," Fen says, speaking for all of them. "Enough to spend the rest of our lives proving it."

The rest of the afternoon dissolves into a haze of planning and dreaming and the kind of giddy excitement that comes with major life decisions. We talk about venues and guest lists and vows, about the kind of ceremony that would feel meaningful to all of us. Nothing traditional, nothing borrowed from existing templates, but something entirely our own that celebrates the unique bond we've created.

By evening, the rain has stopped and the sun has emerged from behind the clouds, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold that seem to promise good things ahead. We're on the back porch, sharing a bottle of champagne that Rhys produced fromsome secret stash, watching the sunset paint the mountains in impossible colors.

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