Page 49 of Merry with a Brewmaster
“It’s not a ring, although I warned you that’s next,” he says wryly as my eyes fill with tears, “but the top stone is Haven’s birthstone, and the bottom one is mine.”
Wells seems to be at a loss for words and honestly so am I. The delicate chain holds two beautiful stones, stacked on top ofeach other. It’s beautiful and thoughtful and I can’t deny that I’m head over heels for this man.
“I love it so much,” I breathe out before crashing my lips against his and pouring my gratitude and love into the kiss.
“Seriously? Kissing again? Is that all you’re gonna do?” Haven’s voice is annoyed and a little bit baffled, making me laugh as I take Wells’s hand and pull him toward the living room.
“You’re probably going to have to get used to it,” I tell her, bumping my hip against hers.
She huffs. “If you’re gonna kiss all the time, can I at least get a sister?” she deadpans with her hands on her hips as my mouth falls open.
“Okay! Let’s open some presents!” Saige shouts, making Haven move in front of a pile of presents as Wells wraps his arm around my waist.
“Not a bad idea,” he whispers in my ear.
“Flower shop first,” I whisper back as his lips curve up into a winning smile.
“Deal.”
EPILOGUE
WELLS
EASTER
“Everybody ready?” I ask as Haven and Vienna stand together in the kitchen with Easter baskets in hand. The sun is shining but it’s deceiving as it’s an unusually cold spring day, especially with the breeze off the ocean.
“Yes!” Haven cheers and Vienna grins, bopping the pom-pom on my daughter’s hat.
“Why don’t you girls go get in the car. I forgot something upstairs,” I say, earning a suspicious look from Vienna, but she doesn’t press, instead grabbing her gloves from the counter and leading Haven outside.
Jogging upstairs, I pull the small plastic bag from my closet and empty the Easter eggs onto the bed. I’d ordered them online, stuffing all but one with candy and other little trinkets for an egg hunt on the beach.
I smile as my gaze lands on the largest one.
It’s pink and heavier than the rest and holds a lot more than candy.
“Daddy! Come on!” Haven yells, and checking the eggs one last time, I put them back in the bag before heading to meet my girls.
The trip to the beach is quick, Haven chattering the entire time about everything and nothing. Her endless stream of commentary does nothing to settle my nerves, and as we park and climb out, it takes everything in me to act like this is simply the fun day I’ve made it out to be.
“Are you all right?” Vienna asks, sliding her glove off to press her palm to my cheek.
“I’m good, Siren,” I murmur, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her palm.
So good.
And in a few minutes I’ll be even better.
“Come on, you guys!” Haven whines as she waves her hands at us before taking off toward the water.
My smile is easy as the waves crash along the shore, my breathing easier as we go. It’s perfect, and with each egg I drop in the sand, I feel my heart beat a little faster.
“All right, you two,” I start, winking at Haven as her eyes flit over the sand, her lips curving up when she spots the egg before returning her gaze to mine. “Do you each have your baskets?” Vienna holds out her basket and pretends to stretch.
“No cheating,” Haven tells her and Vienna mock gasps.
“I would never!” I snort and then school my expression when Vienna glares at me. I love seeing her all riled up.
